Brent and I stopped into this sun-filled new age-y store today.
We were the only ones in there on a strangely quiet day in uptown Oakland.
But the light seemed to hit everything just right.
We bought some incense. One that smells like fig and one that smells like pine.
I liked the sound of the wind chimes.
There was a certain air about the place.
I’d go back.
Nothing like the feeling of home.