They are kissing, on a park bench,. On the edge of an old bed, in a doorway. Or on the floor of a church. As the streets fill with balloons. Or soldiers, locusts or confetti, water. The centuries under sun or stars, a dead tree,. An umbrella, amid derelicts. As Christ carries his cross, as Gandhi. Sings his speeches, as a bullet. Long, deep, spacious kisses, exploring.

I have had a full morning of Chattinggetting madtalking. Where is the nearest Starbucks? You know I could have had coffee this morning with a very HOT, HOT guy but seeing that work gets in the way of scoring. I just might have to quit my job. Thing that make me go mmm.

Thursday, May 22, 2014. Snuck up on me this spring! Lots of things have been sneaking up on me this spring though, truth be told. I completed this baby quilt earlier this spring for a dear friend of mine. Read my original post about the finish here.

Professional Bohemian English Teacher At Large. I always get a bit philosophical before returning home. I reflect on where I was and what I was doing a year ago and wonder if Im better off or worse.