the night we saw the Aurora Borealis again – though not as
beautiful as it was over Crater Lake.
guess the clear air in the mountains and the lake itself reflecting
the dancing lights in the sky created a far better atmosphere. It
also was weaker. Paula says it is because the solar storms are
teaches me so much I would not learn at school! Hell, maybe I come
back wiser than when I started. Well, I certainly learned a lot for
and I started learning Spanish. I found Paula’s old dictionary in one
of Jolene’s thousand drawers, and now I look up every thing Paula
mutters in Spanish. Most of it are curse words – but it always
helps to know curse words in other languages. I only know a few in
Norwegian thanks to my cousins from my mother’s side of the family.
Strange things you learn at a funeral.
seems I am getting bonus points for trying to understand Paula, she
smiles more and said I am getting a weekly pocket money.
bought underwear and a new t-shirt and shorts. I have been using
Paula’s tooth paste (and a spare tooth brush she had in yet another
drawer) and comb and all the other things one needs for staying
human, and she said it would be pointless to have it all twice, so I
am allowed to continue smelling like her (like lemons and mint, in
case that smell gets lost from my brain). It reminds me a bit of that
fresh note Mojitos have – probably because they are the main
of which: I have not drunken a single drop of alcohol in… okay,
three days, but I am getting there. I feel better already, but from
time to time I crave the sharp taste on my tongue and the buzz in my
now we are at Lake Tahoe, which is right at the border between
California and Nevada. The water is icy, but really clear, and there
is a bay with almost round boulders and in the middle there is Bonsai
Rock, a larger, not so round boulder with a few tiny trees on it.
They cling to the cracks with their small roots, living from the dust
that gets blown there. It is so beautiful.
a bit sad. But to imagine their will to live, clinging to life with
all they have, never giving up – that is inspiring.
managed to squeeze onto a small surface on that rock, sharing a
picnic we carried on our heads whilst swimming over.
am writing this on a small piece of paper I will later later type on
Paula’s old type writer, who somehow allows me to submit this, so you
can read it. I wonder if I can receive any comments you might write,
maybe we can test that?
have taken to always carry around the Polaroid camera Paula uses to
capture her own memories.
has a few jars of her favorite places and people, but if she were to
take all of them with her in Jolene, there would be no space for new
on the other hand are instantly, thin, small and you can simply stick
them into a photo book or into an envelope to send them home.
will have to ask Paula if she can take a picture of me in front of
something breathtaking, so I can send it back to my family.
think Becca is still a bit worried, but I am grateful she allows me
to continue traveling. I wonder if she has asked or even told Magnus
not much space on my scrape of paper left, time to get a tan and
enjoy the serenity of this place.
Meet my plant collection- Bowie the bonsai tree, Freddie fly trap, and Robbie Plant!!
(I was looking for another 70’s rock singer to name my succulent after and I couldn’t resist Robert Plant because. plant. and it’s a plant. I’ll leave now… :P)
”Right now we are at Lake Tahoe, which is right at the border between California and Nevada. The water is icy, but really clear, and there is a bay with almost round boulders and in the middle there is Bonsai Rock, a larger, not so round boulder with a few tiny trees on it. They cling to the cracks with their small roots, living from the dust that gets blown there. It is so beautiful.
And a bit sad. But to imagine their will to live, clinging to life with all they have, never giving up – that is inspiring.
We managed to squeeze onto a small surface on that rock, sharing a picnic we carried on our heads whilst swimming over.”
Thank you very much @nelmst for allowing me to use this photo, the original post can be found here
“I hope the Muggles aren’t
getting you down,” Malia says, her voice resonating through the glowing sphere
of light that is Kira’s quick communication spell.
“Malia!” Kira seriously thought she hung up a
minute ago. Malia must have done her own and called back; these spells don’t
come cheap, calling across the country is probably going to mean she isn’t
doing much else spellwork today. Kira feels appreciative but at the same time
wants to tell off her best friend for doing something so wasteful.
Then again, Malia goes through cell phones very
quickly, and she doesn’t have one right now.
“What? You just seemed super sad and you might
not have the energy to spare today but I do. How’s Beacon Hills, land of no
“It is fine,” Kira says, hastily looking around
the nursery. Luckily, no one is watching, and better yet, it’s pretty sunny out
so the spell doesn’t look that strange.
“I can’t believe you took a job out in the
middle of nowhere. I mean, sure, no competition, but also– no one else to
fucking talk to about being a witch. I mean, how are you supposed to date? Is
that like, a first date thing–”
“I have to go,” Kira says
quickly, spotting a customer walking towards her. “Thanks for the call, and
tell Derek that his package arrived yesterday and I like the cookies a lot.”
“His cookies are awful, my
cousin can’t cook without magic, you need to stop encouraging him, I can’t eat
anymore, I swear—”
Kira giggles. “Bye!”
She draws the rune that ends
the spell just in time; the customer appears behind a particularly enthusiastic
flowering gloxinia, and Kira can feel her ears turn pink.
It’s him again.
“Hello,” Scott says, turning
something over in his hands, a soft sweet smile on his face.