modest joy

We are hummingbirds who like to fly
And we will not move
And thats good news for anyone
Who loves bad news

And we'll all float on ok.

the sun was king today

I missed the sun. I had no idea how much I missed it before I got a chance to sunbathe for a while. It was windy, and not quite warm... which made it perfect.
So anyway.... here's my two cents on today.

And since I'm in a springy mood...

instead of hello

Never thought I'd be a blogger. Actually, I'm still pretty unsure as to what this blog-thingie is supposed to be/do/feel whatever. I just felt I could've shared more of me (plenty of that to go), so instead of writing yet another "devious journal" I created this.
So forgive me if I won't sound too enthusiastic about it. Fact is, I'm...not. May be just a phase, so don't you dare get too emotionally involved with this piece of art - my blog.
However, you may well get emotionally involved with me. Everybody ends up doing that, so why bother fighting it?
In the meantime, I'm again stuck on details. Stuck on each grain of sand, stuck on each drop of sea. Stuck on the idea of escape.