I would find it a little hard to try to describe how good it is to be here. It makes me wonder if it really was much of her fault. But considering that I wouldn’t have the time or inspiration to write this in the circumstances I was before, I guess I am a solo flyer. What we got here is a combination of factors. Being just single, not working and right where I belong has granted me a rare, vibrant inner atmosphere. It hurts me to know it’s temporary though.
Photo: Ok, maybe that shot can express it to a certain extent. Since I got no shots over the moon looking at Coolie what about a photo seconds before tackling My beloved Kangaroo? Dinner with the boys at mine last night.