February 2nd, 2005
|04:30 pm - I need to go where it's warm. . .|
I think I'll take my shoes off and go walking. . .
Current Mood: whistful
Current Music: "Island Fever", -JB
|Date:||February 2nd, 2005 09:34 pm (UTC)|| |
It's warm in Phoenix ;)
I'll be in Tucson in a couple of months. We'll go walking then.
|Date:||February 2nd, 2005 09:44 pm (UTC)|| |
Good. But if you don't mind, I think I will keep my shoes on. Lots of sticky, prickly things in the desert....
Now that's just crazy talk!
It's the only kind of talk I know. I learned it from an old crow who told the same story over and over.
Damn fine idea.
I think I'd actually do that instead, of I weren't about to FINALLY GO CLIMBING (!!!!!) for the first time in almost three weeks. I'll tell the sky personally you said hello if you tell the earth the same for me. :)
Haha. Yes, a classic question, but one easily answered:
"Swallow your soul!"
|Date:||February 3rd, 2005 01:31 pm (UTC)|| |
Where there ain't any snow, where there ain't any blow...
I've been singing that song to myself lately. I agree.
As someone mentioned recently in my journal, life should be measured in boat drinks.
I want to go stand in the water at the beach -- preferably warm Carribean or Gulf surf -- just up over my knees or so... with the warm sun toasting my face and shoulders... the warm breeze ruffling my hair... wiggling my toes in the soft sand as the gentle salt waves pulse in and bury my feet with each successive surge...