New Year's Eve

On lake Rotoiti.

A woman child's whisper.

My childhood has left me with bound feet.
I've grown wrong.
Walking, keeping balance, not falling is unnatural.
I stand at the edge of the playground
Smiling
Looking busy.

One day these bound feet will grow wings.

It's late

Can't sleep. Have things I wanna write. Can't write cause I need some sleep. Here's some pics that distracted me from my task...











(Pictures not my own.)