I love my home

Have you ever looked up at the sky right at dusk and felt like you could taste the billows above you? 
Like the puffs of water vapor and fractals of sun would taste like buttery lemon pound-cake with creme on top...strawberry cheesecake smothered in a sugary glaze

Or give you that sweet sweet sensation of raspberry meringue lightly disintegrating on your toungue? 

That sky above you tastes like angel-food cake
airy and light
floating along
dipping into piles of strawberries, lemons, and powdered sugar
like the finest creme brule 
with its sugar crystals dancing like sugar plum fairies...
aaaalll over your taste buds


...do those clouds ever make your mouth water?

Have you ever looked up at the sky right at dusk and felt like you could feel the billows above you? 
Like the finest Egyptian cotton...1500 thread count...
wrapped around you with a cool touch
Like turning over the pillow in the middle of the night
being kissed by the cold side
Like the love of your life
snuggling up close as the sun rises and the temperature drops
wrapping their arms and legs around you
pulling those sheets up high

Everything is clean
Everything is calm
Everything is bright
Everything is beautiful


That, my friends, is the Arizona sunset. Mystical.magical. every.single.day.No editing. No filters. No "hipsta" or "insta". This is AZ.


I love my home.

The Sun also rises

xo,
Adie