Just returned from an evening of lovely whimsicalness in the form of Peter Pan. What a special performance... I just feel happy and young and glad to be alive.
I do believe in fairies. I do! I do!
My car is packed. My ipod is full of Doctor Who radio dramas. I enjoyed one last soak (complete with fizzy
bath bomb goodness) in a real bathtub. I've shared somewhat teary goodbyes with all my closest friends and partook in the last of our summer adventures.
And within just a few hours - including one last short night's sleep in my red quilt-covered bed - I'll be on the road. Back to school. Back to constant excitement and schoolwork and structured creativity. Back to life.
Summer feels like a single sunflower in the midst of a vegetable patch. Fleeting... but special, and colorful, and happy.
But I'm not complaining about the vegetables. They're said to be good for me :) And often, they're pretty too.
It might be miles beyond the moon,
Or right there where you stand.
Just keep an open mind,
And then suddenly you'll find
Never Never Land.
You'll have a treasure if you stay there,
More precious far than gold.
For once you have found your way there,
You can never, never grow old.
And that's my home where dreams are born,
And time is never planned.
Just think of lovely things.
And your heart will fly on wings,
Forever in Never Never Land.