13 February 2012
"To Him." on 8tracks.com
I'm watching the clouds flow overhead. It looks quite ominous for a majority of the time, but then there's a break and the bluest blue bleeds through. It's exquisite.
I wish I could capture that blue and throw it onto the walls of my mind, forever painting my neurological hallways the hue of the endless sky. Perhaps then the clarity of colour would rub off on my mind.
I wish I could capture that blue and throw it onto the walls of my mind, forever painting my neurological hallways the hue of the endless sky. Perhaps then the clarity of colour would rub off on my mind.
08 February 2012
Landfill- Daughter
So as it turns out, chili can burn skin pretty darn well. I don't recommend it. It hurts quite a bit. That picture is just the worst of several Burns on both my arms. Ouch.
Brings new meaning to the phrase, "five alarm chili".
07 February 2012
Dustin O'Halloran
Best rainy day music ever. (Isn't hyperbole just the absolute best!?)
Opus 55
Fragile N.4
We Move Lightly
Enjoy.
Opus 55
Fragile N.4
We Move Lightly
Enjoy.
06 February 2012
We move lightly- Dustin O'Halloran
It's been a bit of a grey day. Started out pretty shaky, but stabilized to a quiet hum. The day is moving right along.
The mailman is who makes my day, of late. He comes at 9am and 2pm with a little brown bag full of mail for the department, and, golly, he is a happy fellow. He greets me every time he comes in, asks me how I'm doing, and wishes me well on his way out. I shared a cookie with him the other day. I hope I brightened his day as much as he brightens mine.
I hope I'm able to be that sort of person; one that unwittingly carries the sun on her shoulders. I don't know if I am or not, but maybe you're not meant to know when you're that sort of person. I guess all I can do is strive to become that person everyday and hope that I shed a little light in this dreary world.
I'm pretty blessed, when I think about it. I have so many sources of light in my life- my Family, my dog, my friends, my colleagues.
I suppose this day might not be as grey as I thought.
The mailman is who makes my day, of late. He comes at 9am and 2pm with a little brown bag full of mail for the department, and, golly, he is a happy fellow. He greets me every time he comes in, asks me how I'm doing, and wishes me well on his way out. I shared a cookie with him the other day. I hope I brightened his day as much as he brightens mine.
I hope I'm able to be that sort of person; one that unwittingly carries the sun on her shoulders. I don't know if I am or not, but maybe you're not meant to know when you're that sort of person. I guess all I can do is strive to become that person everyday and hope that I shed a little light in this dreary world.
I'm pretty blessed, when I think about it. I have so many sources of light in my life- my Family, my dog, my friends, my colleagues.
I suppose this day might not be as grey as I thought.
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