sarah.yusko:
winter, a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments, embark upon a sentimental journey, and enjoy every idle hour.
sarah.yusko:
quiet peace
sarah.yusko:
the fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. you go to bed in one kind of world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?
sarah.yusko:
ruffles
sarah.yusko:
morning sunshine
sarah.yusko:
hello sun!!
sarah.yusko:
sunlight coming through the window
sarah.yusko:
freedom is the open window through which pours the sunlight of the human spirit and human dignity.
sarah.yusko:
confront the dark parts of yourself...use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength.
sarah.yusko:
rhapsody
sarah.yusko:
happiness? the color of it must be spring green...
sarah.yusko:
fresh grass
sarah.yusko:
gardening is a matter of your enthusiasm holding up until your back gets used to it.
sarah.yusko:
a photograph is memory in the raw.
sarah.yusko:
fierce
sarah.yusko:
change.
sarah.yusko:
the last light of the sun
sarah.yusko:
dog of leisure
sarah.yusko:
weakness
sarah.yusko:
soft as velvet
sarah.yusko:
let the sun shine in
sarah.yusko:
i held a moment in my hand, brilliant as a star, fragile as a flower, a tiny sliver of one hour.
sarah.yusko:
ah summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
sarah.yusko:
dance is the hidden language of the soul of the body.
sarah.yusko:
unlike the rest