The head. It is red. And from it come thoughts of all sorts of things. Cooking. Love. France. A simple life. A love of Oregon. A God above. A husband I adore. And much, much more.
I’m five and twenty. I cook for a living. I love long walks in the city. Good food. Reading. Sleeping in. Daydreaming. Beautiful things. Listening to soundtracks. And I’m working on a love of nature and adventures.
I someday hope to own a bike with a basket, a house with large windows and wood floors, a hammock, and a s’more roasting stick.
