21 June 2012 Thursday
110/72 BP
174 TC
78 G
“Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?”
I know,
someday I might be looking around, trying to find some purpose.
Well, purpose can’t be that hard to find, as long as I’ve got the wind, the wind and your love to carry me.
now i’m dry of faults; wait for the rain;
soleil all over you, warm sun…
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
Baby bird bird yesterday, displaced by tree removed so new homeowner can have more light; now bird birds with a mommy though all remain exposed on ground, near the sawdust of previous home.
Lots of dreamings again. I suspect I’m having and remembering these multi-adventure-filled dreams because/when I’m sleeping more than 4 hours a night.
Hair cut yesterday. Hair stylists generally enthuse over my natural wavy hair and then proceed to make it as straight as possible. It’s interesting for a day or two, and then thankfully goes back to itself.
It’s late. About the right time for a ramble, and it’s a been a while here since..