Thursday, April 22, 2010


On my walk home, a man on the street with a guitar sang a Paul Simon song for me.
The white blossoms in the trees looked like small moons, and I reached up to touch them while I walked, which I never do if someone is with me.
And now I feel like writing.

1 comment:

cArLa said...

what a lovely day you had, hope you have many more! xo, carla