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Sunday, August 21, 2005


Light



Dust is dancing in the light and the fear of night, long lost;
The room dark and cool,
Like a church, the dim light broken by shafts of sun.
Eyelids heavy with sleep gently open
Rose lips gently smile
A deep breath takes in the sweet smell of cut grass and autumn flowers.
Stretching arms touch the cool wall
His soft breathe against my pale white neck
Morning is so precious.

***

I woke up this morning looked out of the window and the sun was shinning (reason for my attempt to write about it above). That is the most wonderful way to wake up don’t you think? London is a bit of a dark city in general, I think it’s jaded; it would suit most of the dark spirited people on here down to a "t"! Waking up is never a good thing for me, it’s usually accompanied by having to get out of bed, and I love my bed, it always has crisp clean white sheets, a big heavy feather duvet and tons of pillows. It is the only place that my girly side shines through. So you can imagine that leaving that haven is hard work, well its made worse by the British weather. Al Murry, a British comedian once said:

“If the British weather was good English never would have been created, we would have nothing to talk about.”

I thought that is funny, and true. I work with accountants, and all they talk about is numbers, money, and the weather.

Ciao!



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