... just a few of my favorite things: rum mixed with some fruit juice. #41 blaring on repeat dancing to the gipsy kings (after a #41 marathon) airing out ye old pipes to the tunes of sam cooke, bonnie raitt, donny hathaway and shelby lynne getting my mom laughin' on the phone gardens and the view from the rooftop at night finding cards from dear friends wishing me well and awaiting the next time we'll meet ...
breezes. the bounce of my freshly washed hair. unexpected IMs. sade. rum. scenes of an English countryside.
suddenly, i feel like i could be a writer, a real one that gets paid for it, that lives to do it and finds new things to say everyday ... what dreams may come.