Beneath A Bent, Grey Sky

Sigh, the downside to having a big holiday to look forward to is having nothing much to look forward to when said holiday is over. Oh well, there's still Labour Day and Wesak, at least, so it's not too gloomy.

In the meantime, I'll just rummage through my photos, and remember what a fine time I had.

Oh and p/s... remember this raunchy reindeer? I have one now!

You Had Me At Hello

Don't even tell me about the way you watch me pass outside your door or how you've dreamt you've kissed my lips like... a thousand times! Really, never mind all that - you had me at that very first "hello".

And the other night, when you told me that the kid was not your son? Heck, I don't know whether or not to believe you, but I sure as hell don't care either way! After all, I'm already willing to overlook that thinning hair and (gawd!) even the double chin. What's an illegitimate child, huh? Just keep looking at me with those smouldering eyes, darling, and I doubt I could ever remember to always think twice...



Yes, yes, yesyesysohyes! It really is you that I'm looking for.



*waves hello very frantically


Hello, oh hel-LO!

The Cape Of Flowers

It was such a sweet sight to see.

A couple in their twilight years strolled down the twilit beach. Her hand in his, there was no question it belonged there. They stopped, perhaps to watch the youngsters at their play, standing so close their sillhouettes seemed as one against the setting sun.

Around them, boys turned cartwheels into the breaking waves and buried each other in the sand. The old man stooped, and began shovelling sand over his wife's feet. They may be have aged, but they have not forgotten how to play.

They may have aged, but they have not forgotten how to love.

To be able to walk in the open, wearing their affection for all to see. To be able to grow old together, and still find joy in each other. Such simple things, yet so, so much to ask for.

But still, it was such a sweet sight to see.