Archives for February 2018

Trad jazz and the funkabone all stars.

Should we attend this once-in-a-lifetime concert?

Never again (we think) will all these self-described stars perform together.

We could miss something!

We could on the other hand, miss ourselves.

Or…something else!

Glad to be with you, my subconscious wonder.

Bring on the romancing statisticians!

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Ordinary people, where do they all come from?

You made them.

We say no, no, to them changing.

There are none.

Special, as in worthy and fun.

Exceptional, as in tons of laughter.

Wonderful, as in having a story to tell.

Time to meet and offer a seat.

The twine was tied tight, but still, the rose bushes swayed, sending petaled perfumes across the land.

We were in awe of the fairy-light fulsomeness of folding clouds.

The rain was a forgotten series of drops.

We are looking forward to dinner, song and macrame lessons.

The martial arts of cuisine met the microbiology of leather bindings.

Where were we? We remember but do not know the place.

Silk, cotton and bamboo.

How to choose – said the clothes shop to the fashion designer.

The piano, though slightly out of tune, brought players to their knees.

An audience of one is all it takes.

Winning wonder.

The beauty of moments that are…beautiful.

Being dazzled, moved and certainly “fazed”.

When the lake is warm and the ice cream cool, where to swim?

No decisions today mom ami, mon amour, mon bon confident.

We are gliding.

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