Fifty-Two Frames: Sunset.

For a while I’ve felt a bit stuck. Living in a lovely shoe box of puzzle pieces; it’s the complete set, so I know everything will fit.

And then at some point, one must look around and wonder if there’s another puzzle somewhere, in some alternate universe, and if one were to mix the pieces in the same box, how much more interesting life might get.

I think the key to living an inspiring suburban life is to make sure you’re taking advantage of as many alternate universes as possible.

And to always be grateful, too.

Week 36: Sunset

“Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.”






One response to “Fifty-Two Frames: Sunset.”

  1. Liz Avatar

    Hmm. And by alternate universes, I didn’t mean any Desperate Housewives-esque affairs.

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