Words of a Stranger

Waxing lyrical of the crappy details of my life and my views with a healthy dose of cynicism, sarcasm and everything you like about non-wholesome movies.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Beauty is easily missed these days.

I woke up this morning with light on my face; my alarms were an hour from stirring. When once my eyes opened, I was greeted with a sky painted over in a glowing orange, as if somebody had spilt dye over it.

This morning, I woke up in Fairyland. And the rest of the day so far has been sublime.

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