how lovely being on the plane with you; time is like a big blank slate when so much can happen in a blur but the fish get caught in the net - those frequent tender moments prick my memory and stay there in glorious everlastingness. it's oh so quiet and in your head it's a thunderous fanfare. i have seen some stories over time and i cherish very much o king o my heart, that there is no place for judgement for you are such a gentleman and i so love to be your lady. twenty eight days gone by and everyday seeing and holding the trumpeter's hands was the most beautiful memory of this summer where we went a gallavanting to secret places and smiled at stangers and strange things together and added new soul-joining words and secret signs to our dictionary and where we can be happy in any weather, in any wild country or dappy city, and in cacophonous banter or in the mystery of silence.

we lugged our pods and tim tams and treasures found back to our tropical abodes. quote to end this roadtrip of sorts: the trumpeter o my heart:"i love you more. maybe it's the necklace (a recently invented inside code). maybe it's just you" there now. the magnifique trumpeter has spoken. to add new music to our collective collection is mel tomei and astrud gilberto (verve record in filmsy wrapper that is so vintage like, i love).

don't do the catogarising thing. i can't help it. there wasn't a this or that. it was nice swimming in a potpourri. that's what i need to soak through and not think about the Word as a trap. happy things.