There’s a silvery sheen over everything these mornings, a satin glimmer to the world. Nothing mars the blue beauty of the sky, it stretches on forever, white to blue to cobalt. The shining sun means there is more to see, everything delineated and sharp. Objects that fade away when it’s gray and rainy are suddenly demanding attention, silver shines, asphalt glitters, each leaf on each tree is an individual object to be noticed and taken into account. No visual slacking is permissible when the sun is shining in Sweden! Look! Look around you!
I used to be able to reply to LJ comments in Hotmail right in the body of the message, but a few weeks ago something happened and I can no longer do so. Has anyone else had this problem?
You know what? If I had a dollar bill for all the things I’ve done, there WOULD be a mountain of money piled up to my chin. Huh.
Places I Would Rather Be Right This Moment:
- Sydney, Australia, hanging with Kathey and Russell, and courtesy
- St. Thomas with my sister again
- eating sushi, natch’
- lying facedown on a massage table with my eyes rolled up in the back of my head
- walking down Michigan Avenue in Chicago
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