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..........
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Grandpa made these toys a long time ago and gave them to me when he outgrew his dollhouse phase. They have been broken and repaired several times. I finally found a brilliant use for them.