mood: amazed
music: howie day - the perfect time of day




she sat at the window of the train, her head thrown back . . . the window frame trembled with the speed of the motion, . . . and dots of light splashed across the glass as luminous streaks . . . she thought: for just a few moments - while this lasts - it's all right to surrender completely . . . she thought: let go - drop the control - this is it.

ayn rand, atlas shrugged







--time to fly.