Forty eight.

Big sigh.

Forty seven.

Old song, can't stop listening to it.

AJS - Park

So breathless, the night carves her airwaves out of these,
And I'm up again tattoos of scars and skin.
So cold, so deep,
I'm twenty feet and sinking faster than the ship I'm in
Useless to jump or swim

I could hold my breath 'till I blow up
And make this all seem real.
No matter how hard I try,
I can't seem to win this stupid game, I appologize,
For keeping you up and wasting all your time.

So I'm stuck with the image of you walking me to my car
And how nice it felt to be alive in someones arms.
Last night felt like the only time that we made sense
And every moment after which -
chalk it up, chalk it up to coincidence.

I could hold my breath 'till I blow up
And make this all seem real.
There's nothing like waking up,
After all of the saddness has been slept off,
And it's just me and you,
Looking at all these things.

How am I supposed to breath?
How am I supposed to breath?
How am I supposed to breath?
How am I supposed to breath?

Lucky for me, we were lying down.
Just from kissing you, I could have passed right out.

Forty six.

I love taking the bus. I enjoy the convenience of a car, but there's something about how the bus slows you down. You can read, which you cannot do (and I hope you don't) while operating your own vehicle. You can think and get distracted, which you can also no do in your car. The list could go on.

I was reading on the bus today. Here are some beautiful quotes that inspired me. You may go ahead and read them and be inspired.

"And so, because the story of Christmas is part of our folklore (we might almost say), we pay more attention to its recognizableness than to the fact that the tiny baby in the manger contained the power which created the galazies and set the stars in their courses."

"...he (Jesus) did not spend time looking for the most qualified people, the most adult. Instead, he chose people who were still childlike enough to leave the known comforts of the daily world, the security of their jobs, their reasonable way of life, to follow him."

-Madeline L'engle
"Walking on Water: Reflections on faith and art"

I love the bus.

Forty five.

it's the small stuff.  those are the day makers.  at least, they are if you happen to be looking for them.

today i was in dollarama buying headphones in order to replace my thoughts with music while working alone for the morning.

two ladies walk by me.  their conversation went as follows:

lady 1: wow, this is cheap.

lady 2: how much is it?

lady 1: only a dollar.

lady 2: wow, that's cheap.

...we're in DOLLARama.  

needless to say, it brought a smile to my face, maybe even a giggle (which, let the record show, giggling by oneself is kind of creepy for anyone else involved).

even sitting here typing this i started to smile.

it's the small stuff.