Punch Drunk With Morning.
Jan. 11th, 2008 08:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladymirthThere's something heady and intoxicating about breathing deep lungfuls of cool, early morning air. It's flavoured with the scent of dew and a faint tang of salty sea breezes, with a gentle chill tempered by baby rays of sunshine. It makes you want to stand under the pearly grey sky, bare feet sunk in a damp cushion of clover, and let the hazy sunshine rain down on your skin and taste the blue mist upon your tongue.
And if you stand like that for just a few more minutes, you can see the dirty asbestos roofs dotting the suburban skyline being painted into a tinny shine as the grey sky lightens into a blinding silver, and then fade into a caressing shade of powder blue. The dark tapestry of mango leaves turn green-gold and even echoing cries of crows in the distance feel like a harmonious symphony.
And that, my friends, is what it means to be alive.
Sedatives rule!
And if you stand like that for just a few more minutes, you can see the dirty asbestos roofs dotting the suburban skyline being painted into a tinny shine as the grey sky lightens into a blinding silver, and then fade into a caressing shade of powder blue. The dark tapestry of mango leaves turn green-gold and even echoing cries of crows in the distance feel like a harmonious symphony.
And that, my friends, is what it means to be alive.
Sedatives rule!
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Date: 2008-01-11 03:23 am (UTC)Me Misses you!
Will call you soon!
Mwah
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Date: 2008-01-11 03:27 am (UTC)Mum and I are going out this morning, love. I desperately need to get out of the house. But I'l be at home during the afternoon (I think) and we'll talk then, yeah?
*Squishysquishsquish*
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Date: 2008-01-11 03:34 am (UTC)