#jfk tower 😴
I respect hard work but you’ll never hear me say I put work first, especially before my loved ones. Late nights I often have plans to write the ones I love while away on the road #nola
VIDEO: Conservatory of Flowers with @AmyStewart, featuring @mixmastermark in action with our “Botanical Punch” #Lillet #hendricksgin
I spent morning and afternoon trying to weave together rhythm and rhymes of the turmoil I felt in my-th heart-th upon awakening this Sunday, as well as the joy-th for the impending sunset. I then realized, it had been written-th for me already.
In case you haven’t read Seventy-Three in sometime, find it at the bottom.
Enjoy-th thy sunset and may thee find the cosmos once thy sun doth vanish. May-th thou also have-th a glass of grapes in thine observing hand-ths.
That time of year thou mayst in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day,
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
In a Vanilla Cupcake kind of mood!