Twirling islands move. It’s a fascinating book. Be patient, hold tight. If you rush you might miss it. That which becomes a missed memory. 

Get away from the dish and stop dissecting the lens. So quick to distort a reality that is great. We play make believe. Can’t you see? Your dream? It has been with you all along. 

The grass is always green regardless of the side. Dwell not on the cold. See paradise. The smiles the kisses and the warm hello. Toast this day to all that is. Stop fighting the door that is open. 

London usually grey was pretty in that way.

Old picture of Julie visiting us in London from Barcelona.

This here is special all the chances to smile.

I never spent any time in this garden of ours. Probably layed in bed complaining it is too cold.