I walked onto school grounds this morning and spent a good few minutes wondering if I'd wandered into Shoujo land. The courtyard was filled with sofly drigting blossum pettals and the dtrees that dotted the quadrangel were snow white with the small flowers. After a moments pause to take in the surrealty of it all I had ten minutes to while away looking at it. My fathers back yard isn't all that diferent.

Yesterday was beautiful. Pure and simple. It was overcast, and a perfect temperature with a wind that itself had no variation of the temperature. The grass was that shade of dark green blue you see in all the English country shows, the affore mentioned blossuming trees has feintly perfumed the air (And I couldn't smell the rotting meat plant of the front) and no one else was around. Everyone in the neighbourhood was out I rekkon, if not that they were down at the soccer game down the street. So it was just me and my dog, and she wasn't moving for anyone.

By the By, leting your hair be blow-dried by the wind is a good way to get an afro going.

~"Fools walk where angels fear to tread"
- posted by Washi @ 2:26 pm