"Black tattoos of you onto me..."*

The lazy Sun has gone on holiday and doesn't appear to want to come back til Wednesday... so they say... apparently not being able to dry laundry is not a huge concern of Mother Nature's...

This is happiness:
I'm cold. I'm home. I'm hungry for a conversation.
I saw you not more than seven hours ago last night.
Watch. Wallet. Keys. Phone.
Ready to go, ready to go.
Jump on the bike.
Cutting cold at 30kmph.
15 minutes and I'm at your door.
Just as you're picking up the paper.
Psychic timing?
"Can we go for a ride?"
"Where to?"
"Somewhere warm."
"You want to ride to somewhere warm?"
"Yes."
"You realise that's anywhere..?"
"Anywhere but here."
"What's wrong with here?"
"It's cold."
"Circles, darling. You're not making sense."
"Neither are you."
"And yet you understand."
"I'm a master of mystery. I understand everything and I know practically nothing."
"Plurality of Irigaray?"
"Something like that... the warped version. My version."
"So what are we waiting for?"
"You. Godot. Anything."
"Stop playing. Be serious for a second."
"I am serious. I'm cold. I can't stop."
"So shall I kindly stop for you, then?"
"Only if Immortality is waiting in your backyard..."
"Here's a jumper. Put it on and jump in the car. I'll take you to the roaring beaches..."

:)


*Laura Veirs, "Magnetized"