Thursday, July 19, 2007

Eavesdropping, look and fresh air.

1. Swallows' nests made of bobbly mud under the eaves, and the twittering of the babies.

2. During yoga, I open my eyes and spot a classmate silently pointing out the sunset to the woman next to him.

3. For the second time this year, it is warm enough to sleep with the window open.

Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drink...