Cherish the madness. We are only here for a little while.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Every morning, East of the Equator, I walk on the beach. I love those quiet times - the water is glass still and crystal clear; the wind whispers beautifully over my shoulders; the sun shines on my face. And then, I see the weirdest stuff.
Does someone really think that this is attractive? I think it's creepy.