The sunlight is...
Different here.
I suppose I can blame Crichton for my inability to look at sunlight quite the same way. There's something peaceful about it, though. It's more yellow than Delvia ever was, but the azure shades are less.
There's quite a nice little corner, here, I think I'll plant a garden.
Irony doesn't become you, Pa'u.
But then, neither did death--or what came after.
One of these days, you really must make a choice to let it all go. Perhaps you'll become one of your flowering plants, complete with rosettes cascading where you once had tears.
I suppose I can blame Crichton for my inability to look at sunlight quite the same way. There's something peaceful about it, though. It's more yellow than Delvia ever was, but the azure shades are less.
There's quite a nice little corner, here, I think I'll plant a garden.
Irony doesn't become you, Pa'u.
But then, neither did death--or what came after.
One of these days, you really must make a choice to let it all go. Perhaps you'll become one of your flowering plants, complete with rosettes cascading where you once had tears.