I Wanted So Terribly To Be Good

Only Half A Page Left Now. Shall I Fill It With 'i Love You, I Love You'-- Like Father's Page Of Cats On The Mat? No. Even A Broken Heart Doesn't Warrant A Waste Of Good Paper.

Why Is Summer Mist Romantic And Autumn Mist Just Sad?

We Were Restless For Ages...after A While I Heard An Owl Hooting And Calmed Myself By Thinking Of It Flying Over The Dark Fields – And Then I Remembered It Would Be Pouncing On Mice. I Love Owls, But I Wish God Had Made Them Vegetarian.

Rose Doesn’t Like The Flat Country, But I Always Did – Flat Country Seems To Give The Sky Such A Chance.

Prayer's A Very Tricky Business.