“There is something in every one of you that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in yourself. It is the only true guide you will ever have. And if you cannot hear it, you will all of your life spend your days on the ends of strings that somebody else pulls.” - Howard Thurman
"Winter is a lovely season, you know. The snow touched landscapes make for a lovely addendum to our tents. The air is so much crisper in the night, and smells of caramel or cocoa or cinnamon wafts more welcomingly than ever.
Somehow, wandering the circus, I doubt you’ll feel much of the cold.
Once in a while the snow is too much for visitors to travel through and we must raise up an impromptu ‘inclement weather’ sign, but we’ll hardly take the day to sleep a bit more as we sometimes do. It is far more entertaining to take advantage of the weather and gather some performers or workers for a game or two in the snow. Funny, how childlike some performers can seem, all giggles and reddened cheeks, far different from their mysterious identities within the circus.
After a while, as any would, they’d get tired, except perhaps some of the younger ones. The afternoon is rather enjoyable too, spent in the cozy depths of a blanket as some member or another- there’s usually one or two that feel rather… unsettled on a quiet day like this- decide to go about delivering a cup of cocoa or a biscuit or two.”
Peace in the woods
I have one really photogenic cat and one idiot
More from Flowers of the Sky—depictions of comets, meteors, meteorites and shooting stars at the Public Domain Review.
THIS IS TOO CUTE OMFG I NEED TO PUNCH SOMETHING
That’s why we can go.
SHOOOOOW. TEEEAAAAAMMMM. FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELS.
This show. My feels. Augh.
This is rude
THIS IS GODDAMN OFFENSIVE YOU MEAN
shanology, yeah, it might be too hot for your blog, but, you never know…
Inspiration for the Bucky fic!