She sits and ponders the meaning of the waves,
Crisp linen and Monaco scents fill her desires,
Quiet thoughts of endless landscapes escape her reach but are within her reach.
Ribbons fall like rain from her handlebars and the breeze flows through her,
The salt in the air is enough to lead her cartwheeling accross the sand
Enveloping her dreams and becoming part of her.
The turnstile of dandelions and high grass rush between her bare feet,
Skipping as if a child once again.
The jewelery of her life post on her wall,
Sieving through the water claiming what she needs,
Few miss the net,
Again and again
Swimming away,
The rest caught but released back into the blue,
Ready for the next catch.

Bubble

There hasn't been a time in my life where I have been so incredibly happy. The dawn has broken and I am basking in the sunlight. Everything feels right.

If there are any sudden movements, I feel that this little bubble of happiness might burst. Try not to sneeze, okay?

The main reason for all this happiness is that an amazing person has blossomed into my life. Sudden bouts of heart palpitations hit me every time I see her beautiful face and a warm fuzzy feeling overcomes me every time she speaks to me. There's nothing I wouldn't do for this girl.

Reading will soon once again be my home town after a five year hiatus along with a new job. The organisation I am going to be working for have such an incredible ethos and values. The colleagues I leave behind will be sorely missed but onwards and upwards and all that good stuff.