Out with the old...

2010 is in my rearview mirror as I am approaching the dark and vague unknowns of 2011.
There is this queer sensation of life flowing through my veins, beating in my chest.

The reigning quote in my life has been and will continue to be:
"It is going to be a very good year."

So. Be. It.

Palpitations

In sooth I beseechingly inquire of you,

"a quoi bon contempler la terre et sa beauté?"

Viens avec moi.

L'amour est un plus doux mystère qu'un jour d'été.



Sustain me, mon chéri, you do, with these fleeting moments.
I breathe in and breathe out, arms stretched wide across the open skies; likened with angels above.

So it begins.