hmm.

so, i love colors. i do love bright happy colors.
but sometimes, sometimes, i think brown is my favorite.

and hey, the clouds are pretty all the time, because they are floating and changing and moving all the time. no, wait, it's the earth that's doing that! us. we, the little human being bugs, on the earth. (on it! on it! floating!) and the clouds are doing all that too. the sky at five-fifteen looks quite different from the five-twenty-five sky. so there exists an abundance of opportunities to look up at the sky as you walk down the street and get a happy-daft sort of look on your face. which i do.

it's okay, you can laugh--
lately i've been struggling to find a way of steeling my heart against the general population's snickering at the things i find dear and fascinating and beautiful (and i'm not talking about you, mother).

after speaking my mind once too many times, i've decided to at least try to keep my mouth quite shut when i know nobody in my company will share my appreciation for whatever it is that i happen to be appreciating.

it makes me sad sometimes (more sad for them than for me!--these people are missing out) but i've learned to grin and bear it. well, i've learned to bear it, and maybe grimace in just the slightest, most undetectable way...

oh, but it is awfully nice to be in the company of those who share my appreciation.

--which is not to say that i don't love the people who don't appreciate the things i do. really, really. ahem.