Rest, Relaxation and Reality
I got a full night’s rest last night without waking up even once, until about 0830 this morning. My guy took me to see the movie Eclipse last night, what a great movie. No, I am not one of those over-40 women who gush over the boy stars (but umm, let me say there’s only one that I still consider a boy…) 🙂 I think what I love so much about the saga is it’s the perfect mix of action, drama and romance. And let’s face it, it’s unrealistic – so the Piscean in me basks in that dreamy part of it too. Anyway, I won’t spoil it for you – just to say if you haven’t yet seen it, it’s a must-see.
A day off, finally. What a joy to not have anything to do or anywhere to go. Pressing, that is. Time is at my own pace, and come what will. The weather is cooler, humidity is down, sun still shining, and hallelujah Praise God I’m off for three whole days. Even a simple trip to the grocery store and to tan was enjoyable this morning. Rode with the windows down and my hair blowing, just like it was spring again.
Now, if someone would just invent a Virtual Vacation to the beach, I’d be just peachy. Everyone I know is either en route there, or on the way back. I’m serious when I say everyone. Well, almost. Most of my friends on facebook are, my daughter is, my cousins are, I don’t need to go on. Guess I’ll be there one day soon, hopefully. My friend is getting married at the beach on August 22nd, so I’ll definitely be there on that day even if I have to drive down alone for that. She so deserves this most perfect day in her life and I’m so happy for her.
I do love fairytale endings… and they happen so rarely in Real Life. Hmmm, maybe the fairytale is what I love so much about the Twilight Saga. ♥
Bits and Pieces
I gazed down at myself as I sat down in my car seat this morning and discovered a spider had hitched a ride down the stairs with me. Lovely. I should be used to it by now I so hate spiders.
On a brighter note, here comes our holiday finally and with it the three-day weekend. Longer for some, I know, but I’ll take the extra day and not complain a bit. I recently made a friend who frequents the lake (via boat) and she invited us out this weekend. I’m SO STOKED I couldn’t be more excited if I were going to the beach. Wellll, I might be a bit more excited about that – but this is still major to me. I haven’t had a good day out on a boat in well, I don’t count last year because the boat never even moved from it’s stationery spot. So, three years now. That’s far too long for ole’ water-Bon to be a land-lubber. Craving the ocean too, but that’s a whole other story. The lake will most definitely temporarily suffice.
So, Eclipse has come out. All of my New Moon buddies have seen it so far and are telling me it’s mega-awesome, so I can’t wait to see it. My guy said something about Monday and it probably will be less crowded that day. One friend of mine was going to see it for the second time last night. The last movie I went to see more than once was Nights in Rodanthe, which I saw 3 times at the theatre. I didn’t know it at the time, but that movie was to become a staple in my newfound single life.
I have a friend who is taking his girlfriend to the beach this weekend – and planning to ‘pop the question’ to her. From what he said, she’s wanted this for a long time, and what better time than July 4th holiday? I’m such a romantic, so I bask in stories like these. I got all sappy yesterday when I heard what he was planning, and the girls at work were laughing at me. I can only explain it by saying that I’ve never in my life had anyone who actually wanted to marry me, so I guess that’ll make a person a romantic if nothing else will. I can’t wait to hear how he did it when he gets back in town… will he propose on the pier? On the beach? Or maybe at Broadway, standing underneath the fireworks after they start… my goodness, I love that idea….
Stay tuned. 🙂
Visit from beyond
I was ushered in through the foyer, past the living room and down the hallway. The doorknob to the right was turned, and the door opened for me to enter the room.
Their room.
The room itself was bigger than I remember, and had a radiant, almost heavenly look about it. I immediately noticed that it was cleaner, whiter, and less congested. It was almost pristine – with much extra room to move around. Just as quickly as the door closed behind me, they appeared.
The dogs.
My dogs. The dogs I had to leave behind through a marriage separation, now well over two years ago. And they were smiling. C’mon now, no bashing… any dog-lover out there knows what I’m talking about. They DO smile.
I don’t remember actually getting down on the floor, but in the next moment that’s exactly where I was, and where I remained. Chance and Rebel were all over me, and I was all over them. They were both clean as a whistle and smelled so good. There also was no gray in them whatsoever. The dogs weren’t pups, but they certainly weren’t old men, either! Along the empty sides and corners of the room, there were lots of clean blankets and sheets, all neatly folded – there must have been 8-10 of them scattered throughout the room. As time went on I kept grabbing them, unfolding each one and spreading them out for us, all while continuing to love on them. I remember thinking, ‘boy is someone gonna be mad at me for unfolding and messing up all these linens…’, but the dogs were loving it, and loving me. All three of us were so happy and comfortable, in that room.
The tears continue to fall as I write this. This particular visit occurred in a dream I had last night, on Tuesday night.
I believe it all started when I asked my daughter to take a picture so I could see them. I was at work Monday when I received them, and it immediately made me cry. My girlfriends at work saw this and were very sweet and caring – they are good friends and fellow animal-lovers to boot, so they understood without even saying anything. Just to see how gray the little and big guy’s faces had both gotten in two years was shocking – in particular Rebel’s, the boxer.
I’ve tried to force them out of my mind for a long time now because it’s just been too painful to think about. That still remains the case. I guess somehow, unfortunately, love really is associated with pain. Whatever the case is, I do still miss them greatly.
It was a good visit. No, it was better than good. The visit was awesome, even perfect. I hope they visit me again soon. Or should I say… allow me to visit them.
One of the pictures my daughter sent me
My way
It’s beautiful out today – true summertime in every since of the word. Honestly it seems like the first day of summer was over a month ago, never mind the fact it’s still a week away. Back to the days of leaving your windows cracked two inches and placing that anti-seat/steeringwheel-burner-device-thingy in your windshield.
I get a treat today, going to ‘get my hair did’ after work. I consider it a treat because I haven’t been for a haircut since January, and haven’t had it colored since last summer. I ought to just shock the hell out of everybody and go short and red. Being that my stylist knows me personally, I don’t think she’d do it even if I asked her.
Cooked a big old pot of s’ghetti last night. I really enjoy cooking it ‘my way’ (great, now I’ll have Sinatra in my head all day). For 20+ years, all I was ‘allowed’ to have in it was the meat and sauce, and that sauce better not have any visible onions in it or said meal would be ruined. Oh, I could add some garlic salt, forgot about that. Even too many tomatoes in the sauce would constitute a 10-minute period of ‘picking them out’, one by one, until a nice little pile was accumulated beside the now lukewarm/cool plate of spaghetti.
I now put fresh minced garlic in it, and cut up a vidalia onion and green pepper. Add a can of mushrooms to the sauce, throw in a large can of diced & spiced tomatoes, and my little array of spices don’t forget the cayenne pepper. Let that puppy sit in the fridge for a day and have it for dinner that next night… simply delectable. And I’m not the only one who thinks so. 🙂
Birdland…
Yet another family of birds have ‘flown the coop’. It was the sweetest thing. We got up this morning and I notice K veering off to the right to open the front door. All the sudden I hear “I knew it, I knew it!! They’re gone.” Sure enough, his last family of birds nested under his porch had finally all spread their wings and left. We were wondering how much bigger the babies could get… it was comical to still refer to them as ‘babies’. They had gotten so big that only about two of the four could fit in the nest at one time. They sat up there looking like big lugs – baby birds on steriods. K could barely get out the front door anymore for anything since the mama and daddy birds were in instant protect mode of their ready-to-fly-at-any-given-moment babies.
We’ve stood here and watched bird after bird go for a drink in the birdbath. He decided it needed some clean water – the birds are now having a bird field day. 🙂
Nature is so cool… yet often sad, and always unforgiving. We were talking about it last night and he told me a story of how he recently witnessed a hawk swoop down and score a dove, carrying it off in it’s huge beak. Many birds of different species tried to come to it’s rescue, in vain. The Hawk only needs one split second to complete it’s task. In this case and most others, it got it’s prey. I was told there are still a bunch of feathers were the ‘incident’ happened.
Here’s a link I’d like to share on yet another woe of Nature. This is a bit graphic at the end, and throughout the 4 minutes can really get your heart pumping, but I promise you won’t be sorry you watched it. 🙂
Peace.
Beam me to the Beach?
Saturday morning is finally here. What to do, what to do. There’s a whole list of things, actually.
Yesterday after work I splurged on myself and indulged in a pedicure. I’ve been doing them myself for many months now, and it felt so nice to be pampered that way, especially on a Friday. Last night we went to a local diner/club that had a band playing. Had a couple beers, ate some fried pickles and quesadillas, and listened to some good music. Definitely a nice ending to the work week!
Got up on a low-key morning (couldn’t sleep late, up at 0730 drat) and had the celebratory weekend bagel. I’m gonna meet up with a friend after lunch and go in on a a Sam’s membership with her. Hoping I’ll get a lot of use outta that – there’s a location that’s very convenient in my guy’s town that I think we’ll use a lot. Maybe they’ll even be cheaper on some pool supplies, who knows.
It’s amazing that it seems like everyone on Facebook is at or going to the beach. I’ve got such beach fever that I’m literally on fire. Good thing I have my favorite beach cams for an (albeit temporary) fix.
Back to the weekend, peace!!
Post Memorial Day
It’s the evening, so I’m close to writing this post-Memorial Day. It certainly will be by the morn. But let’s just take a nostalgic step back into yesterday, shall we?
I apologize beforehand for the obtrusive profanity that is hopefully only sporadically sprinkled throughout this blog – I will do my best to keep it at a minimum. For reason of content, I can already attest to the fact that I will never have that much sought-after ‘freshly pressed’ status on WP for this one… and I’ll just have to proudly suck that one up.
I spent pretty much all weekend at my guy’s house. After the party at his brother’s Saturday night, we swung by my apartment and scooped up my furbaby and we’ve been there ever since.
Memorial Day Monday afternoon, when I get back home, this is the first thing I see when I make my way up to my little third floor haven.
The motherfuckers. (Okay, I can already see this profanity thing is gonna be a struggle – but I’m trying I swear.)
These little muslim coward pieces of shit came and delivered islamic (NO I won’t capitalize either of ’em!!) newspapers all over my apartment complex immediately prior to our Memorial Day holiday. The little effing shits.
(Almost) needless to say, I had to hunt my blood pressure meds down to take an extra dose. Not a joke, friends. It got me so hot that I literally felt like I was going to have a heart attack. The nerve of the spineless little bastards, I say that because I refuse to give them balls. They hide. They sneak. And they aim to surprise. Always.
No one around here was expecting anything of the sort. What a fucking slap in the face. A jolt, if you will, of reality. Trust me when I say I don’t need the jolt, I actually live 9/11 every day of my life. But once again, here we go…. WTF….
I moved to the city I’m in for various reasons, though there are several chart-toppers. Comfortability factor, price – smaller town, less traffic. We don’t have the big-city crap that normally goes on here. That being said, my safety guard never decreases as far as locked doors, windows, etc. (yes I realize I live on the third floor). But again, the little asswipes pick their targets – and always, aim for surprise…
Happy Memorial Day, even if it’s post…
Please remember all who have paid the ultimate price for not only our freedom, but the freedom of many countries around the world. Prayers constantly rise for our fallen soldiers and their families – God bless them and I pray he holds them tight in his arms. To our military – thank you for giving your all… so that I may be free.
A live one
I once again received a very informative email from my Dad, well worthy of sharing in a blog. To say this sickens me to the point of revulsion is the understatement of the year.
Everyone in the US needs to see these pictures and read the captions. This only represents a sliver of what the US is currently dealing with in one bordering state (and people, these pictures were taken back in 2007) – you can use your imagination for other borders. My money’s on the fact that the others aren’t in any better condition.
As always, I fact-checked the authenticity of the content and the whereabouts of pictures. Unfortunately, it checks out.
Hello, everyone out there! We here in Arizona know you’re boycotting us – but you really should come out here and see our Beautiful Sonoran Desert.
It’s just gorgeous right now! We know you’d love it and maybe you can share what you saw with the rest of the country so they can love it too!
This is on an ‘illegal super-highway’ from Mexico to the USA (Tucson) used by human smugglers.
This area is located in a wash, approximately 1.5 miles long, just south of Tucson, Arizona. If a flood came, all this would be washed to the river and then onto the sea!
It is estimated over 5,000 discarded backpacks are in this wash. Countless water containers, food wrappers, clothing, feces, including thousands of soiled baby diapers. And as you can see in this picture, fresh footprints leading right into it.
As we kept walking down the wash, we thought for sure it was going to end, but around every corner was more and more trash !
And of course the trail leading out of the wash in our city, heads directly NORTH to Tucson, then leads to your town tomorrow.
They’ve already come through here. Isn’t Arizona just beautiful, America? Why would you boycott us???
You see, our desert has basically been turned into a landfill. The trash left behind by people illegally crossing our border is yet another Environmental Disaster to hit the USA.
If these actions had been done in one of our Northwest Forests or Seashore National Parks areas, there would be an uprising of the American people…..but this is the Arizona-Mexican border.
You won’t see these pictures on CNN, ABC, NBC or the Arizona Republic Repugnant newspaper. Nor will they mention the disease that comes from the uncovered human waste left in our desert. You will, however, see it aired on Fox News.
But with respect to CNN, ABC & NBC, they do offer us “Special Reports” on cheating celebrity spouses….
Home
I came home the other day to a flyer stuck halfway through my front door. It was a friendly reminder of how my lease is up for renewal – again. It’s really hard for me to believe that I’ve been living here for two years now.
Before I moved here, I was a frequent visitor of this little town surrounded by a lake. Somehow, I always ended up here when I found myself in the midst of turmoil. It was the first and only place I would mindlessly drive to. It quickly became as natural as a mother’s love, pure instinct – to drive several miles down the road to the lake. I’ve always been drawn to water, and that’s the only explanation I have for it.
I’ve sat in front of this lake in each of the four seasons. Sometimes only wearing a tank and shorts, barefoot – other times heavily clad in my winter garb, scarf wrapped tightly around my numb face. Just about all of the weather events have seen me there as well, with the exception of snow.
This lake.
I’ve dreamt in front of it, cried in front of it, and slept in front of it. I’ve been approached by cops who likely thought I was a parked drunk, who when faced with my puffy mascara-stained eyes, chose to leave me alone for bigger and better subjects. I used to wish so hard that someone would come after me; pull up beside me, park and knock on the window… get in and speak softly, talk things out reasonably. Even though that someone was well aware of the place I went, eventually it became clear that wish would never even once come true.
It’s no wonder that I ended up here. For one last final time, this little lake town was the first and only place I came to when faced with starting a new life – the place where I was destined to start over. My very own little treehouse in the sky. No, it doesn’t overlook the lake, but I can walk to it down a trail through the woods. At night on my balcony, I can hear the soft hum of boats cruising it. And maybe one day, God willing, I’ll be lucky enough to captain a boat of my very own across it.
Yes, I’ll be resigning another lease. My little third floor condo that backs up to the forest suits me perfectly, and I’m nowhere near ready to give it up just yet. If and when the time ever comes to move again, I already know my emotions will flow like the ocean. Because this is, and was, my first and only pick. And, it was the right one – imagine that. 🙂
Assets
It’s been a while since I’ve done it – dedicate a blog to count my many blessings. I’ve done enough bitching here recently about my taxes and a few other things, that I actually think I’m overdue on this blessing count.
First and foremost, for the Son Jesus – whom our Lord sent down to die for my countless sins so that I may be cleansed forevermore. I’m very much aware that I have a potty mouth more often than not, but I do know the Truth. I’ll just continue to work on my potty mouth.
I am thankful for the ride to work in the morning, and the sun and the spring. The many leaves that have filled in and shape the trees now, and all the green. Work… what on earth would I do without my job? Can’t even begin to imagine an answer for that one. My ever-faithful car, which has really been a low-maintenance rock of a car. Back home, I have a pantry and refrigerator both full of food. And drink. My small furbaby who loves me unconditionally – every day running to meet me at the door. When I pick her up, she buries her little head in my neck to show me just how far that unconditional love goes.
I’m blessed to have all the comforts I have in my home – my computer, my television, my cozy little kitchen with everything I could ever need at my fingertips. The ease – the ease of it all. The warm baths and hot showers. My exercise machine, my warm comfy bed. The sprawling balcony which overlooks the forest and has become my outdoor sanctuary, and all the living greenery that makes it my home. The clothes and accessories I wear, every toiletry I could ever need in my entire life is at my fingertips. And, I feel healthy.
I’m thankful for my family, and my circle of friends. I could never express how much I truly love and treasure them. My beautiful Mom and Dad who have taught me what love for our Lord really is. My beautiful daughter who has accomplished more in life than I ever thought humanly possible, and is still attacking life largely. And the beautiful man in my life that shows me daily how much he loves me, through his actions and words. I honestly cannot imagine my life without him in it now.
Blessings, countless blessings. Gotta list them out every so often – lest we dwell on the things in life that just don’t matter so much…
Second chances
I don’t know what it’s gonna take for me to figure out that 20 minutes is not enough time for me to get ready for work in the morning. Ugh.
Ever since 9/11, I’ve made it a point to stay up on current news and information. For this reason, I signed up to receive the cnn ‘breaking news’ emails at work. This was what I came into this morning:
……A passenger on a United flight from Washington to Denver apparently tried to set shoe on fire, officials said.
WTF?
Other than all the pollen, I am enjoying the forest that has finally filled in beyond my balcony. Here’s a shot from yesterday evening.
On the drive in to work this morning, once again I got to thinking about life. (sound the alarms) A certain Daughtry song is very thought-provoking when it comes to second chances in life.
All that I’m after is a life full of laughter, as long as I’m laughin’ with you… All that still matters is love ever after, after the life we’ve been through…’Cause I know there’s no life after you.
Pretty deep.
Olé
Had my guy over to eat last night. I cooked… 
You got it. Full-on course o’ mexican. Ground beef, chicken and steak with all the trimmings along with refried beans, spanish rice, chips and fire-roasted salsa. Pretty much one of those dishes I could eat every day.
The now well-traveled Guadalupé says ‘Hola, Amigos – Bienvenidos!’ Hey, who needs a travelocity gnome when you’ve got a traveling Guadalupé!? I found this little guy yesterday (don’t ask me how). The name Guadalupé immediately came to mind (don’t ask me why). After that, he circulated around in pretty much everything I did. Guadalupé has made appearances in my work, emails, IMs and texts – now he’s found his way into my blog. Who knows where he and his 5 o’clock shadow will end up next. Okay, I think I mentioned yesterday that it actually takes very little to entertain me, and if there’s any one thing I’m good at – it’s entertaining myself.
So I was danger ALERT thinking about a tweet I recently saw. Yeah, twitter really can be educational. It’s always been interesting to me how stoplights operate. Whether or not they’re timed or actually have a sensor has always been a hilariously controversial subject between a certain person and myself. Of course there’s a webpage answer – I would expect nothing less!! Functionality of a traffic light
I think facebook poking is funny as hell. Especially the ‘perpetual’ poke. Have I mentioned the fact that it takes very little to entertain me?
It’s a birds life
It’s one gorgeous day out there today, so just a quick little update. Can you believe I have to take my electric grill back for a refund? Damn thing is tripping the breaker both on the balcony and inside. I’ve lived here two years and have never had the ground tripped… just weird. Oh well, I’ve had to resolve myself to the fact that I’ll be using a George Foreman for my grilling out purposes.
My guy bought me a new industrial-strength fan over yesterday, along with a new shower head that is totally gonna rock my world. I’ve admired his fan for some time now, and this one mirrors his. A full metal, heavy, LOUD, macho-man of a wind machine. Love it. Before he left today, he hung my two birdhouses for me, one each in the corner of my balcony. I do hope to see mama and daddy building in them this Spring, instead of in my ferns! 🙂
Tonight will be the first night my furbaby Camille gets to have a sleepover at my guy’s house. I know, I know – she’s a cat. But cats can travel. And she doesn’t think she’s a cat. Plus, I’m tired of leaving her for a day and a half at a time. She can come with me. Umm-hmm… I’ll be sure to let you know how it goes. 🙂
27 January
My Mother’s birthday is today – and I’d like to wish her the happiest of birthdays. ♥ Without getting all nostalgic on ya, I’ve gotta say it doesn’t seem all that long ago when we were all “three” going out to eat somewhere for her birthday. All three being myself, her and my Grandmother (her Mother). There was always much laughter involved, because Mammaw loved to laugh and to make others laugh. And for her, that was an easily accomplished feat. I know my Mother misses her greatly, they say it’s never quite the same again when you lose your Mother. I am ever so grateful to have mine here with me still. Lord, once again, I thank you for assigning this woman to be my Mother.
I’m having her and her hubby over to eat tonight in my little humble abode. I do love to cook, now moreso than ever – and I hope it turns out to be an enjoyable meal for her. I’m looking forward to it.
Today is also a big day for someone else – my guy. He has a big court date today involving his divorce proceedings, and boy does it promise to be a very chaotic one. It ain’t gonna be pretty, and keeping all emotions in check will likely take much effort. Needless to say, he’ll be on my mind all day. With all the hell he’s been through, I can think of no one else who deserves a fair outcome.
Once upon a time, life held promise of being perfect. Everyone, everything and every place was full of glory. There was no death. There were no lying cheating spouses. There was no sickness. The word pain had yet to be invented.
Then Eve bit that damned apple.
My Serenity
So it appears that I’ll go to any length to protect it. It’s actually getting quite ridiculous. This year, for some reason, I’m having a little trouble letting Summer go. The frost warnings have arrived, the much colder nights – heck I’ve already witnessed mountain snow over a month ago. Thanksgiving is but a week away, and then we’re into Christmas season. (You won’t ever hear the word ‘holiday’ from this southern girl. I’ll save that for another blog.)
Still –I cling to the long nights of crickets chirping, warm wind whistling through my palm tree, and watching the sunset reflect the most gorgeous bright gold against the forest beyond me for 8-10 minutes every night. Saturday and Sunday mornings of sitting cross-legged in my chair, eating a bagel as I gaze out. Caring for my much-loved greenery, which resides everywhere and so enhances the beauty. I feel as though I am on top of the world here. My world. The place that could be anywhere I could ever imagine.
To what do I refer of my ‘serenity’? Quite simply, my balcony. I know that must sound silly to some. But let me continue to paint the picture for you, if I may. Of my own little green sanctuary. My treehouse in the sky.
Caring for and protecting my own little botanical garden. I have in recent years come to adore the color green. To appreciate it far beyond what I ever have before. Not just that of which I possess – but of that which exists just beyond the realm of my own sanctuary, in the midst of seasons a’changing… the beautiful forest.
And my fern. What a runt it was when I purchased it in the Spring. I remember thinking, should I hold out and get a bigger one later? Ha, should’ve known better. This fern now spans over 3 ft wide. It’s almost unrealistically beautiful, looks artificial. A couple weekends ago, my guy went up to it, grabbed a branch between three fingers and pulled hard all the way down to the tip. He doesn’t know it, but I cringed and thought wtf? Not one tiny leaf came off. Neither of us said anything – the fern had just said it all. We’d visited a nearby county fair a couple months ago, and he’d joked then that I should’ve brought my fern. I’d hesitated to agree, but knew in my heart that those first-place prizewinners paled in comparison to my own.
Even with the few frosts we’ve had this far, as well as the gale-force winds from Hurricane Ida – I’ve managed to preserve my little green-garden in the sky. I’ve moved them in and out of my utility room more times than I care to count, usually resulting in sore muscles. It’s been a toil to keep up with the warnings and advisories to protect them. Just tonight, my 7 ft palm has landed on it’s side twice, in two different positions. What to do? Well, I’ve just moved her, of course. I have to someday soon let it go. It will once again, for several months, be bare, cold and lonely out here.
But for now – well, it looks like the next couple of days forecast consists of rain but no frost. Yeah…. I think I can prolong my little utopia in the sky at least a few more days….
Sunday Mornings
Mmmm. Waking up on Sunday mornings. Albeit alone – I’m healthy, the sun is shining, and I’ve got a brand new toasted bagel with honey cream cheese on one side and butter/grape jam on the other. Life is good.
What does it take to be thankful? A look around you. Here’s just a little piece of my own view.
The forest I overlook. Okay, the leaves are going away quickly, but it’s so beautiful. My precious cat who is playing under the corner of the bed hoping I’ll be over there momentarily to make it (and I will). The gorgeous sun shining brighter by the minute, getting ready to top the trees. The warmth and true home feel of my apartment, my little tree house in the sky. The long hot shower that is waiting for me whenever I’m ready. Having a job. I’m so thankful for that job…. Food. Drink. My family, who supports me endlessly, especially in those moments where I temporarily forget to be thankful. A good car that gets me to and from where I need to go. A cellphone, a computer – even in today’s world those are luxuries that many don’t have! Clothes to wear – never mind that there’s nothing new in there, that’ll come later. My piece of mind. Oh, that’s so important. My own mind, that for once, I possess control over. Music, the beautiful endless music. The seasons. I do love each of them, all four have different meanings to me. The ocean – that while I cannot touch or see at the moment, I can visit in my mind whenever I want.
The sun just topped the trees. It spills through my windows and bounces off the crystals, casting rainbow prisms everywhere.
Yeah. Just take a look around.
Life of Bon 
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