Ever since his arrival on Molly's birthday, Kite had longed to feel the wind in his ribbons. But whenever Molly suggested taking him outside, Mummy had a reason to say no . . . "It's too cold.""It's ... [+]
I changed my profile photo yesterday.
It's a photograph taken in the Central Park, NYC.
Couples lie down on the grass, under the tree.
Sunshine shed on their smiling faces through leaves.
Indeed, I had had choices.
I am a big fan of Winnie the Pooh, as always.
On their way home, Piggy is asking Winnie, if they can be together forever
— "Even longer", Winnie replied.
This is too surreal to be even considered.
So I chose another:
Facing the sea, a couple sits on the bench and they kiss;
Underneath, there's a little dog looking curiously.
But it looks strange and oldish when I made it square.
Only this one, only it right fits.
And yet how I wish it's real:
in tree shadow, we are together, dreaming an eternal dream
that nothing shall be lost or could be lost.
"Did you change the picture because it's Valentine's Day?", one might ask.
— "Oh yeah... kind of." I answered.
It's a photograph taken in the Central Park, NYC.
Couples lie down on the grass, under the tree.
Sunshine shed on their smiling faces through leaves.
Indeed, I had had choices.
I am a big fan of Winnie the Pooh, as always.
On their way home, Piggy is asking Winnie, if they can be together forever
— "Even longer", Winnie replied.
This is too surreal to be even considered.
So I chose another:
Facing the sea, a couple sits on the bench and they kiss;
Underneath, there's a little dog looking curiously.
But it looks strange and oldish when I made it square.
Only this one, only it right fits.
And yet how I wish it's real:
in tree shadow, we are together, dreaming an eternal dream
that nothing shall be lost or could be lost.
"Did you change the picture because it's Valentine's Day?", one might ask.
— "Oh yeah... kind of." I answered.