Sakura Breeze

Just switched to the new editor. First post. Let's see how this goes, before  I switch over the other blog.

Test image. Picasso, Girl In The Mirror.

Out of the side of my eye I watched as she fumbled around her bag. I became anxious that she was going to pull out a gun or something. I don’t think of myself as a reactionary, but you can never be too sure these days.

I was ready to jump when out came a flower!

She cast her eyelids downwards as if held in a moments private contemplation. She thread the stalk of the flower through the wire fence and walked off quietly in a ghost-like float, without so much as a flicker.

We stared at each other with a part bewildered part knowing look, what was that all about? What happened just there? But in a way we both knew.

She was gone.

We carried on.

4-4

Hardly did any running since last posted. But I have been doing a 20 mile run most nights

Cycling in the dark. People up here watch every move you make. Especially if they dont know much about you. So cycling or running in the dark means that people in theory cant see me, see me? However, there isnt anyone else in this area who runs or cycles in the dark really. So people know its the one who lives at such and such an address innit.

Does it matter whether people see me or not? Dunno. Guess not. Am invisible.

Play solo tennis when I can. But most days are wet, and even when it's not wet the grass is wet. The grass is now worn away through overuse. Its just earth now, in the area of play. Grass probably wont grow much now until May next year. I'll try hit some balls when I can.

Bounces on grass and pebble dash wall probably make for a more unpredictable game than against a human opponent. You hit a superfast hard forehand and the ball returns begging for a backhand volley. Cool.

Listened to big poppa lastnight. I'm slipping into hyperbole-eraser mood. Less is more they say.