noticed: the low clouds are moving faster than the high clouds. it looks snowy out there (it's not, its summer… for what that is worth here in christchurch. change is the only certainty… and all that).
i am reminded of a sweet song about a bird in the snow
i am on the search for the prefect pen. i have found one suitably named Ero. i want it. i want to write postcards with real ink and use real stamps and send them to real people. this typing just isn't the same, it doesn't fill me with quiet satisfaction the way a good pen does. so, i shall make it so. i have the power to change my small world for the better.