I want more soft days. I want enough time to paint the canal across the street. I want to spend an afternoon telling my dog how much he means to me. I want to make rose water and dried flowers for my friends, and I want to spend an entire day from the safety of my lover’s arms. A one-hour lunch break is not enough life for me. Time is the only thing still precious. I’m so afraid I won’t have enough.
Schuyler Peck

















