Mustaches, Car Theft, Visitors, Concerts, and a Costume Braai. We were so high, but it was beautiful, surrounded by tree tops as tall as sky scrapers. Afterwards, we took a walk at ground level, and stared in awe at ancient trees.

If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a hoper, a prayer, a magic-bean-buyer. Come in! November 25, 2011. As silly as it sounds, I have always felt that water is my element. Water can carve its way, even through stone. And when trapped, water makes a new path.

Reflections, ponderings, daydreams, musings. You will be young enough. No words could relax my grasp,. No speech satisfy the hunger in my soul. I would not let go. And when the urn was shattered. I wept for the loss. Before realising that I was free. And the apples lay before me. In letting go we receive,. I am once again young enough. Picking paths with wary care.

The quality of the writing is just north of abysmal. 3 Little notebooks and fountain pens. 4 Anything with Bob Newhart in it.