"Rainbows, I'm inclined to pursue."

I feel like when you have time to paint your nails, you have a lot of time on your hands.

In my young adult life I'd like to publish a book with "proverbs" drudged up from the depths of the minds of my friends and I. Mostly the short sentences would just be creations of sleeplessness, drunkenness, happiness, all those -ness(sss). Mostly no one would understand them but us and (mostly) we wouldn't care.

Above is a painting of Dame Margot Fonteyn by Claude Francis Barry. Dame Margot spent her entire life with the Royal Ballet. In her eventful life she graced the stage with performances composed by Igor Stravinsky, married a Panamanian Diplomat, staged a coup, appeared on postage stamps and lost her battle to cancer at 71 years of age. She is considered to be one of the greatest ballerinas by myself and thousands of others.

"Genius is another word for magic, and the whole point of magic is that it is inexplicable."

-Dame Margot Fonteyn

Promise

It's going to be fine.]

It feels good to write again

"We move forward in search of new adventures, but don't forget the past."

"Don't dwell," distant relations implore.

Moonlight strikes your eyes with effervescent passion. Your hand in mine, we're at war with ourselves again.

"I am here to fill the spaces between your fingers. Weren't you aware?"

Dawn approaches in it's own way. Singular is the universe in it's eye.

"Yield, almighty moon. We await your..."

We kiss again in the moonlight. Static electricity, or some other kind, erupts.

"You will remain."

Sunflowers, blood & pixie cuts

Creativity overwhelms me in intermittent bursts. In these instances I decide to write about literally everything I am feeling. Some might call it T.M.I., other's, insight. Either way, you ended up here, and after a long sabbatical from blogging, I'm going to attempt to jump back in. Enjoy.

Tonight, while listening to Passion Pit's "Little Secrets" I stumbled upon a website about pencil lead art. I can only imagine how long each piece takes to complete but nevertheless, this artist is simply amazing. Click here to see for yourself.

Also, contemplating my hairstyle seemed to take up most of these early morning hours in which I write. Emma Watson (Harry Potter, Ballet Shoes & The Tale of Despereaux) has grown up since starting her acting career over 10 years ago. Her gorgeous new haircut can be seen here. Too few of us can pull off that pixie-style cut. I personally love it.

My mind wonders now, my interest piqued by Spartacus: Gods of The Arena. Until later...

Yesterday

One year ago yesterday you took me on an adventure. "Did you know that yesterday, one year ago, was the day you took me on our surprise date?" I asked you. We braved the light rail for the first time and went to the Science Center. The line spanned from the admissions window up the stairs and through a beautiful courtyard, past several historic houses. Star Trek, or something. I could see the disappointment on your face. Instead of allowing you to become flustered, I suggested we take some pictures by the trees in the yards of the houses. That's when the course of our day changed. You said there was a mall nearby, so we began to walk; we photographed our every move. We explored and had a wonderful day. You said, "you are a loser for knowing that". I love you too.

Tumottiwa

"Tumottiwa" is what you wrote when you meant to write "tomorrow". I'm assuming you were so excited you must have leaned on the keyboard and punched random keys with enthusiasm. You were talking about our date tomorrow, that you says is a surprise, so I wouldn't doubt your excitement for a second. Where are we going? I wonder. I would keep guessing, because there are very few places it could be, but I really wouldn't want to spoil it. My stomach is filled with butterflies just like the day we first met. I really am in love with you.

"The Surface of Things"

Sitting in my English 222 lecture today with Dr. Lussier, I felt a sudden sense of panic. My research paper, which at this point is barely grazing 500 words, is due in 2 days. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, even though I've been researching and writing for a little less than a week. It was something he said, about how we are all on the surface of things, looking downward. I need to quit looking, taking nervous glances, and get to work. "Of course what is coming? Rain." If there is a storm brewing, I should buy an umbrella.