WanderingScribe

Feb, 2006. For the past five months I have been living in a car at the edge of woods — jobless and homeless and totally unable to find a way out. I can't sing, I can't dance, I can't scream loudly enough, but I can read and write. So here I am laying down tracks...hopefully the start of an online paper trail out of here. (Update: Miracles happen....if you are reading my story I am part of your proof.)

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Butterflies

Saw lovely blue butterflies in flight today. Don't think I've ever seen blue ones before, not like these anyway — small triangles of a bright, summery blue — like little mosaics fallen from a summer sky — fluttering above long green grass at the back of a churchyard. And for a change today the sky was almost the exact same colour. Yesterday's hailstones almost don't make sense. So, for the first time in weeks, I'm just about to take my bike out and hope that if the clouds darken I can cycle faster than them.
Thanks for all your comments...It's great knowing people are still reading and fascinating seeing where you are all from.
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