Oh my! You think of me? Little old me? With cheeks of pink, of me thou dost think?
Oh my! Hand me that fan, I think I'm having a case of the vapors! Am I blushing?
She thinks of me, yet in the thinking there is room for so much mischief!
Does she remember? Does she consider? Does she wonder? Oh my!
Or does she pine? Does she exalt? Does she yearn? Oh my!
So many possibilities in a thoughtful think, when I her thinkful emails do drink.
Oh, let me be the mountains! Let me be the antiquarian! Restore me!
its cool up here, being from socal, the rain of the rainforest (redwoods) is so nice, well at least for now
who knows,
like swimming in the rain
the birds are in flight
and the furry creatures
dance in the light
so many berries
and so many times
time in an instance
to ponder and ryme
Ahhh, to work in the mountains! Gwen and I have been talking that very thing.
But the winters are so cold! Ouch!
Out of curiosity, I looked up job openings for my company (SAIC) in Colorado Springs.
There were dozens! Oh my aching heart! If it could just be late August there all year long, we would hie away in a trice! (one of those 2-seater trices) Is that too much to ask?!?!
Alas, yes.
Pray tell, why does your job situation suck? What do you do? What do you want to do? Tell me your dreams and visions and why the color Pink shows up in them so often.