Clearing

and of the reached out and the drawn in hastily with colouringbook crayons; they may not seem about to stay, but their singing provides a glorious conched sea harmony.

Oh, I have lots and lots of forgettable nothings to share!

You have spinach stuck between your teeth.

the paint dries infuriatingly slowly

I read about the torrential weather conditions in your country yesterday.

But I would go on and on and you would soon realise how seriously I took your request and you’ll be bored and want me to stop and I’ll sense if and be hurt and the gushing will stop embarrassedly.

Sand in my bed

Memories of past failures that endlessly swirl around blotting out the future

The smell of autumn

The far away sound ducks make crossing the winter sky

The way cats carefully evaluate me with their long stares

Reading Harry Potter books under the cover

The soft cushioned sound after a snowfall

A silver subway roaring under a grid as I stand above

The vibrations of thunder

An English accent

A cross-country train ride in a foreign country

The smell of the sea after a long winter indoors

A turtle letting itself fall into a pond

My moms smile

The sound of a horses gallop

A lover’s reassuring hug

A deep fog which shrouds the familiar with magical quality

The kindness of strangers

Building snowmen

Gulping down oysters with a good beer and good friends

The busy hum of a bee

Swimming in a bright green waterfall after a long hike

chickens can swim

But chips can’t.

Often the last thing you think to tell someone, the afterthough, under your breath as you slip away is the most important.

sand and cement needs four clear hours of dry weather to set correctly

this is a dilemma for all roofers

i just wrote the words “tell me things that i won’t mind forgetting” on my desk top in indelible marker. i haven’t done something like that in a very, very, long time.

thank you.

Miles Away - I have always listened carefully to seashells, yes.

La Fille - Lots of them? Well, forgettable nothings are rather delightful.

Ariel - Is the spinach improving my toothy grin?

Andre - Indeed. This site can be rather like watching paint dry. Slowly. And infuriatingly.

The Lamb - It’s flaming June. Flamin’ ‘eck.

Clarissa - Bored? Me? Never.

Blue Seaurchin - That’s a long list, but I haven’t forgotten any of them yet.

Isabelle - But can they float if they remain still?

Angelalala - That’s a cruel irony, when the accompanying fish can. Though not if they’re in batter.

Jem - How very true. Very.

Annie - Reading this site is not only like watching paint dry, but watching sand and cement set. Very slowly.

Imogen - Gosh. Indelible? Really? I’m honoured. Do I get a photo?

perhaps whispering to a seashell…will let the seashell whisper back.

It was my birthday when you writ this.

I have never regreted not logging into blogger more in my life.