Feb 02, 2009 23:21
At lunchtime I got a text from Wood
"your mission for today is to go outside and catch a snowflake on your tongue"
On my way to the butty shop I stood in the little courtyard alone, the snow fell into my hair to sparkle there like diamonds, I spent a moment lifting my face to the sky and swaying slightly with my tongue out. I was chuckling softly to myself when the door opened and some smokers came out to look at me funny.
investing in joy