lundona

ahh..I feel ready for the day, my little sabatocal in life has been well earned if its been a little unbproductive, so today I smell the flowers, stare at the clouds, and listen to the sounds arounds. From my apartment I see the hills touched by low grey clouds, drifting through the pines, curling contrails, whisps licked by the fir's limbs, behind the clouds the glow of sunlight turns the colors warm as if if being drained into the horizon. ...peaceful..silent...perfect for the lips of a soul, both of us naked amongst the nothingness..

But OOH no...I'm too damn picky, and push most away...oh..well think I'll go get a coffee!