The sea's evaporatingThough it comes as no surprise
These clouds we're seeing
They're explosions in the sky
It seems it's written
But we can't read between the line
Placebo, Sleeping With Ghosts
i feel like a ghost, like the silence after an echo
As part of a hazy Spring Plan I decided to do a bit of gardening again this year. I was able to enjoy my first strawberry, today. :-)
It was sweet. Small -- but sweet.
After the chores are taken care of, I'm heading outside -- to be in the shine and glow. Bright sounds of water from the pond and the feel of the near Summer air. Birdsong, a book and something very cold to sip. It is soft and sweet to have these open hours, on a pretty Saturday afternoon...
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
- "Hallelujah," Leonard Cohen
sleep has gone away. so i sit here in the dark. i had my earbuds in, to listen to some music, but there is nothing i want to hear now. i'm touching this keyboard reflexively. i have nothing to say. my nose is running.
