Postcards From Italy

This music video evokes the simplest forms of love and peace. It sets of an amazing feeling of nostalgia, in her. Innocent memories of playing as a child, when we were without a care in the world. As one comment puts it:

"This video says to me, "Stop watching me. Go out and live!"
haha
Yes sir!

And with that, he was off. "

(azimuth457 )

don't be a coconut, God is trying to talk to you.

Having recently become interested in the concept of blogging, she found that the blogging world was one to be treasured. A place where your thoughts / musings/ ramblings would be indelibly (hopefully) pasted on a canvas of story and rhyme. A poem to start the day:

Like a withering flower,
Not to be heard, not to be seen
Swept up by the invisible hands of the wind
She floats on by
Like a speck of dust in an intergalatic realm.