righto people. it's time.
it's time to leave the hill.
to get out into the world a bit, don't you think?
to escape these lonely, often ridiculous, ramblings.
words like whirlwinds in my head.
i'm out of here tommorrow.
on safari. with my spotted horse.
into an enchanted landscape - into hidden vallies between mt meru and kilimanjaro.
a place of silence, but for the wind.
space as wide as the sky.
elephant paths between the whistling thorns.
(christ. i hope we don't get close to any elephants. the spotted one will be terrified. he's been chased by them before. apparently elephants don't really like horses.) so yes. from a distance will be perfect. elephants have a knack for hiding themselves in small places....
i shall be sleeping under canvas and watching the stars and cleaning my head.
and my heart.
if i can tell the difference.
so. until next time, oh best beloveds.
whenever that shall be.
toodely pip then. bisous, comme toujours, x.x.x. wild ones...yeah. j