"where have you been
and what have you done
and why do you fearfully
from yourself run..."
-Michelle Malone
i am off to commune with nature and attempt to do some writing in the peace and quiet of camping in a retirement park. This ought to be interesting. i sure hope i don't have some elderly gent asking me what it is i am writing about! i have this image in my head of some little old man bending lecherously over me and saying; "whatcha up to girlie?" Why do i feel like a grizzly might be safer to have around?
So anyway, i shall be packing up the dogs and the spare computer and the electric toaster and coffee maker and the hubster and heading out. Is it really camping when one has hydro? And i will, most likely, be awake during the wee hours of the morning to do this "writing", cause hubster's family will be converging upon us for most of the time there.
And i shall try to separate my mind from where it wants to drift to as i glance at the branches of a bondage-friendly tree. Or remember the liquid colour of Sir's eyes.
Drifting ...........