Tuesday, April 29, 2008


When I left Seattle it was raining. I pushed my way through the hills and valleys admiring their beauty. Wishing I could go into the forest and mingle with the trees. Afraid I'll be forever stuck inside watching them pass me by. Not even noticing.


  1. When you left Seattle it was raining. I watched tv and and ate your rice without a fork. Wishing I could find a fork and not have to use a straw. Afraid I'd get rice in the bed. And not even notice.

  2. Hee hee!
    Thanks, I needed that =0)