& THEY DANCED

One house. Two girls. And one too many stories.

Eternal dance partners
& they toasted to health
…with distant strangers who became close friends after just a few glasses
& one too many stories. 

& they toasted to health

…with distant strangers who became close friends after just a few glasses

& one too many stories. 

“THESE ARE GREAT DAYS”

& they rang in the new year.
& they went back to their roots. 
& they decked the halls.
& they returned home…
from far away places.
& they dreamt of far away places.

& they dreamt of far away places.

& they stayed in.
& they couldn’t stay away
& they broke the rules.

& they thrived during different times of the day.  But when it came to a bottle of wine… they met in the middle.  

Our house is the start and end of all good things. The door is always open. Friends and family filter in bringing their stories and leaving behind another memory and sometimes their wallet, keys or wine.
For me, finding time to escape it all and be alone makes me thankful to come home to this tradition. Today, my escape is the outside patio of a neighborhood coffee shop on a warm fall Sunday, tomorrow it may be our kitchen.
Our lives won’t always be like this and I am thankful every time I make a right turn on to Hooker street. 
& she ran away only to come back home 
- mk
& they slowed their roll.
As the mountains unfolded in front of them, they left the stress of the the bright city lights in the rearview mirror. 
-dm