Journal Day 59

I saw a woman today who was the very essence of radiance. I only saw her from behind as I drove past, she was walking up her black driveway with a handful of letters from the box. There were gardens full of flowers and overhanging trees flanking the drive and her house was well-cared for, small and surrounded by flowers. The woman was dark-skinned and wore a white bikini with red polka dots. Her hair was long, black and shining and hung in banded waves to her mid-back. She had broad shoulders and walked with confidence and with a slight sway in her steps. She knew she was beautiful.



I hunted a hot air balloon the other night. It was brightly coloured and soared languidly above pastures and crops without a care, the mild breeze pushing it hither and yon, but steadily east and a little south. I followed it for a time and thought how much I would like to be so high above the earth with nothing between me and the earth but wicker and clouds.

There has been a strange buzzing in my head that I cannot identify. I think it might just be the remnants of a day spent mowing a lawn (something quite exciting, indeed! The way the blade cuts the grass so deftly, so evenly...)

Note things of interest: Dried bones sound lovely striking one another. Bones can also be used for many things: buttons, decorations, accessories, etc.

Note on Being Human: There is such a thing as an overly-friendly individual: someone who cannot stand silence and feels lonely unless surrounded by people with whom they can speak. These types of people make friends easily, but make enemies just as quickly and should be regarded in a kindly manner, but not a close manner.