Last night the moon in the sky hung blandly no cloud layers to wan its amber glow. In the gabled streets busy people moving homewards in their Easter shopping euphoria. Small children trotted gleefully beyond their parents reach. One of them cast its eyes in awe before the sight of a huge Caucasian dog as it was being walked by his petulant owner. As all this was happening, I marched quickly at home impatient to open up a pack of my freshly printed cloudline cards and watch "Dances with the Wolves". Having convinced myself I would skip dinner, I leaped from joy when a box of my favorite oreo cupcakes waited patiently on the cofeee table. I immediately knew. This day would be on of those which would frequently occur in the lines of my mind's workings. My note-book is full of such things. Small or unimportant for the many, so marvellous and merry for the few.
- Cloudline Chic Flows
- Cloudline Chic Flows is a blog about self consciously deconstructed reformist mannered elegance, swings, distant sound of dogs barking at sunset, smell of freshly cut lawn, peaches at dusk, long walks on dusty country streets,perennial drives, cupcakes, pylons, echo of empty classrooms, 1997, the dream, suburbs,treehouses,flying in sleep, ice-cubes, wooden fences at noon,birdies, peoplespotting, cicadas in summer yard, absurd subversive poetry, singing alone, keep self at home, cats and straight highways.