Spiralunix

I can't wait until it will allow search results to show up again! :)

and the itch on my hand between my thumb and pointer finger it lingers from when I scratched realizing it was a little bump-shaped itch, a bug-bite-itch my first little bug bite of the summer, and the life in it through this little aftermath of a days gardening in the outdoor heat, under blue skies, I recall childhood days, of burnt skin scabbed knees broken bones laughter on the wind dreams and hopes spoken and sang up high and blown through the spaces the intertwining branches create on the trees.... Are we ever better connected to the world, than in childhood? The boundaries between us and the world around us are so thin, and so transparent that we leave little pieces of ourselves everywhere, and we take little pieces of the life outside with us each day- or is it that we are given little pieces of the outdoors as gifts- beautiful little reminders that we are alive taking our place in the progression of all things in the world, here we stand, a living, breathing addition to the never ending, always moving breathing living equation, and this bite on my skin is a friendly reminder whispering so beautifully I'm Alive If whispering words could smile, surely it would be the sweetest, most vibrant and ancient of smiles, as it is shaped of the beauty of being and of life