Ra-in-Seattle

It’s the first day of March, the month of my father’s birth and the month where I’m piling new challenges onto myself for inspiration. I’m feeling dusty these days. I want to know what it feels like to have real consistency in my life, to learn the rigours of discipline and see beauty in the mundane.

750 words everyday, and a photo a day at 9:24pm. An arbitrary time, but incidentally my sister’s birthday. She’s in New Zealand now and I miss her more so. Even though the distance between the waters are shorter.

(Inspiration courtesy of eight-thirty-six).