Amusements: Star Date Log 15-5-2012

Is it easier now? There are a lot more of the anonymous worlds where Narnians and other creatures of the wardrobe can purr and play?

Yes, sometimes we wonder when we wake up if the happy surprise will finally arrive. Will he finally send that stray text or email that will lead to something wonderful. We wish, not too much, but just with a whiff to send us off our day.

We Heart It

We note, wryly and sometimes with a hint of dread, how wicked hope pumps us with anticipation.....

We've had enough false starts to know better and many bated breaths to invest too much..... Enough already. Days that buoy up like helium sheathed in primary colored latex. Days that turn up and then just as easily turn leaden with pins and needles.

My Cousin Luke....

There are stories that can often feel too personal to share. We remember them but we keep them closed off, deep in the bowels of memories. But they linger, the emotions fester at the edge. Knocking at your wakefulness, asking to be granted freedom. Asking for leave to sing their tales.


I remember him.

Lukas Black from GND

3. Smile

(To the boy who craved for chocolate, but got an afternoon delight ;-)

I see him watching the pudding on my plate.

I approach.

I ask if he wanted to share.

He smiles and nods a little shyness into the air. 


He gestures to the seat.

I sit, at ease.

I hook a swirl of icing with my index. 


Then dip my tongue on the morsel. 


I offer the same wet morsel.

He smiles a different smile.