This week,
I wondered why the traffic was
so light as I drove to work.
Then I realised, most of the schools
have finished.
Exams all over.
18 somethings and 20 somethings with their lives
stretching out before them
like a long and winding road.
Graduations on manicured lawns,
small white bowls holding pretty little strawberries
smothered in cream.
It's a beautiful age.
The world,
waiting at your feet.
Everything is new.
Like a babys first step.
A first kiss.
Colours that you see every day.
The beautiful age.
I'm hoping that someone will buy me this bag for my birthday.
That one up there. I've gone and fallen in love with it.
You can find them here.
Ridiculously expensive. * Shrug* :))
Can't decide which colour I'd like.
I've narrowed it down to two.
Red and brown.
Which one should it be?
