bonsai rocks

During the night we saw the Aurora Borealis again – though not as beautiful as it was over Crater Lake.

I 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 getting weaker.

Paula 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 life.

Oh, 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.

It seems I am getting bonus points for trying to understand Paula, she smiles more and said I am getting a weekly pocket money.

I 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 ingredients.

Speaking 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 head.

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.

I 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?

I have taken to always carry around  the Polaroid camera Paula uses to capture her own memories.

She 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 memories.

Polaroids 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.

I 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.

I 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 about it.

Okay, not much space on my scrape of paper left, time to get a tan and enjoy the serenity of this place.


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”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

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my heart blooms when it is with you by bleep0bleep (scott/kira, rated G, 2k)

also on AO3 

“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 magic?”

“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.

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