I am giddy. Tomorrow I shall be dilly dallying in Hyde Park with Arcade Fire, Beirut, Mumford and the Vaccines. And yet, this perfect day has been marred by complications. Give it a fucking rest god! (and yes, no capitalising of thou name to indicate the anger).
the weather is fascinating today. Right now it is shooting down rain and the cosiness of watching this spectacle from the warm insides of a house appears. The patch of blue sky I was spying vanished within seconds diminishing all signs of there having been episodes of sun. And all too suddenly the shots cease to fire.
oh, wait a moment, what is this?!
THUNDER (coupled with silly neighbouring childrens’ shrills)
LIGHTNINGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hurrah, I haven’t collided with a thunderstorm in quite some time.
(couple of half hours later) oh, the blue overhead has returned with roaming clouds.
My diving bell becomes less oppressive, and my mind takes flight like a butterfly. There is so much to do. You can wander off in space or in time, set out for Tierra del Fuego or for King Midas’s court. You can visit the woman you love, slide down beside her and stroke her still-sleeping face. You can build castles in Spain, steal the Golden Fleece, discover Atlantis, realise your childhood dreams and adult ambitions.