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
Bunches O Bananas
I love bananas, they travel in a group and once you learn how to peel them its all up hill from there.