Always thinking, wandering, slipping, into oblivion. I watch my feet, averting my eyes. Glitter catches my gaze as I stare down into the sun. Shuffling amusement, laughing, talking, brilliance bouncing off of the surface. Golden skies and rudabaga, fantasy and reality. Moving ever onward..........
Friday, June 12, 2009
Cuddle It Up
I'd never expect lemons to look so chummy. My friend says they either look like there humping or the one is bullying the other. She's so funny, I just love her.