Staring into the sky, I feel as though my eyeballs are wrapped in cold, plush velvet ( Read more... )

My climate, usually smooth and unaffected, uneffected, reflective, has shifted with this beautiful weather (coincidentally), and I'm feeling restless and out of sorts. I want to gambol across flat fields and am treated to wooded mountains. I want to cut through cool fresh water and am tumbled in the salty tides ( Read more... )

How do I describe such delicate delight? I should hold it in my hand like a small bird, and never close my fingers.

All I wanted was to sleep all day today. I should know better than to expect, with a family like mine, a holiday weekend without something uproarious, but then no one had mentioned anything, so I felt secure. I managed to sleep until eight today, and completed whatever I planned to by eleven, and by then my mother said, "We're having company today ( Read more... )

They said some day you'll find all who love are blind,
When you heart's on fire, you must realize, the smoke gets in your eyes.

The smoke gets in your eyes.

My eyesight hasn't faltered, and I don't doubt my judgment; I'm eager to be open with you.

Thank you for understanding.

Behold! I have completed a basic design for my website, and I even like it.

Tonight, it was warm and moist and the cold didn't chase me inside when I went out to sit. The world has thawed, I feel at peace. Does that sound trite to all of you? I feel at peace.

Laying on my back, not paralyzed in dream but heavy with fever and exhaustion and some chemicals I'm particularly weak to, I was able to do nothing but think about a lot of things. The sound of little airplanes hissing over the mountain made me think of spring where I grew up, which was dressed in three familiar hisses: of the flies around the ( Read more... )

That was the best half-time show I've ever seen.

Thanks to people like canis_m and others, I too have been sucked into the sick, sick world of ( pony customization. )