The Secret Goldfish
Didn't know the weather would be gettin' that wonderful again. This Monday, I stepped out of the school and the sun was shining like that hard winter had never bin. And as long as I was on the train it was raining softly and warmly and then - as I went home - the clouds had gone and there was this ... you know, this marvelous rainy scent hanging heavily in the air as if the first few drops in months would just have touched the ground and then they'd vanished without a trace --- and I was so content and happy 'bout that, can't tell ya.
On Saturday, my parents will fly to Rome and leave me on my own. Each time they go away I get my creative working phases. O.o So.
Can anyone tell me what to design for my arts lessons? I'll go insane with all o'those blokes wanting somethin' and I don't make headway in any respect.
On Saturday, my parents will fly to Rome and leave me on my own. Each time they go away I get my creative working phases. O.o So.
Can anyone tell me what to design for my arts lessons? I'll go insane with all o'those blokes wanting somethin' and I don't make headway in any respect.