a return to an old journal theme...
Moments of bliss...
Sunrise on a cold crisp morning, when your beath hangs in the air because it's so still. The first rays of the sun make the whole world glow.
Moments of bliss...
Sunrise on a cold crisp morning, when your beath hangs in the air because it's so still. The first rays of the sun make the whole world glow.
stubertmcfly:
then you pee... and it freezes before hitting the ground.
vim:
*wipes a wee tear from me eye*
