Description
Sometimes things pop in your head and then promptly pop out - that's an often enough occurrence. It warily eyes you like a mistrustful street cat before flicking its tail and bounding away. And yet, sometimes an idea will arrive and sit with you. Both of you (well, one of you) will talk and you feel a certain certainty blooming in its place as if it were always meant to be there. While the everyday cat just walks by - this certain, curious cat will curl up on your lap and sit with you for a couple of days and make you wonder and think things you've never thought before. And that, is what I live for. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In regular speak : This is a collection of little stories and musings that will be sporadically updated and written solely for the purpose of celebrating what life has to offer and the gift of words. A fictional journal, if you will. I don't think we celebrate the little things quite enough, so here's an ode to them. Whatever you end up doing, wherever you end up going (as said by a friend) : "Have a great freaking life."
When She Flew Away
