citrus

I want to move to a tiny island off the Agean Coast. I want to sit by the sea, and string together coloured beads and gold and silver bits to make jewelry to sell to the rich and famous that visit. I want to eat fish and prawns in garlic and olive oil, straight out of the flat earthenware dishes in which they are cooked. I want to spend my days on a boat, sailing from one island to the next. Getting bronzed by the sun, and strengthened by the sea.

I want to not have to think of bombs or blood. Terrorists or communal hatred. Nor do I want to read the morning papers, watch the evening news, see any more sadness, fear, hate or resignation.

I want the world to shut up for a while. Just shut up. And sit down.






[Friday, July 14, 2006]
Taken from:http://30andhappy.blogspot.com/