Not crisp, as it is in autumn, like cold cider, like fools gold --- But fresh, as it is in spring, like a smooth hit, whitewash with green veneer. For the first time in a while, I'm looking forward to the evening walk with our dog.
The only downside is that lessons have no hold on my interest whatsoever. No more falling asleep in class today, but much gazing out of the window. Half of my brain on plu-perfect and past conditional french/ and the other half - the half that makes dreams - wandering forward to pancake flipping and easter hunts and crumpled crop tops and bluebell pools and chilled rosé and picnics and parties and even festival season>> (Greenman?/Big Chill?)
What's the difference between addiction, obsession, and infatuation?
Are they one and the same?...
(Brainstorm)
Coffee. Hot, bitter, tangy, rich and steaming. Buzzes.
Smoke. Acrid, ashen, velvet smooth and fuzzy.
Love. Pulse-raising, heart-racing. dizzy.
(But then again... House/HughLaurie - pulse-raising, heart raising giddiness also ;P)
Needs further thought,,,
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