Saturday, 14 February 2009
Bit of this
The wooden pegs are stuck together in frozen kisses, they smack apart.
Lively sixties music as we drive south, into a bright blue sunny morning.
Old lady sat by her bed, looking out at a bird table. She has her arm upright elbow resting on the arm of her chair, long thin hand out stretched gazing intently. As if in her mind she is feeding the birds. There seems to be a peace within.
Bit of that
Xerox your life - if you loose t, it's nice to have a copy.
(if only we could do that with our memory!)