This day is now over, thank goodness. I am wondering what it is all about, why do we think at all ?
I am still hankering after a few things though, boys in Brogues ( I do like a proper shoe), sea-gazing, the wishing for more people to write to ( I am a postcard sending obsessive) and a desire for the idea to descend easily. I am not sure what I mean by any of these statements, if you could help out I would be immensely grateful. After my day the smallest crumb (preferably one from a custard cream) of comfort would be gratefully recieved.
I now need to explore the idea of dreaming, I feel I don't do enough of that. Day dreams are blissful if done right.