Carving the sky
Last night, when I was driving home, the sky was that lightest blue that it is during that time of night just before dusk. A plane had left a vapour trail arcing across the horizon.
Instead of being white and smudgy, like it usually is, the sun had set it ablaze.
It reminded me of being in primary school and colouring a sheet of paper with coloured crayons and then painting the sheet with thick black paint and scratching out a picture, so that the colours below showed through like the background was night and the design was fireworks or stars. Being a grown up I don't get much chance to do that kind of thing.
Riss the... looking back on the simpler days.
PS. I also never walk around the office singing "Jem! Truly outrageous. Truly, truly, truly outrageous. Whoa-oa-oah, Jem! [Cut in: guitars] Neh, neh, neh, ne-ne! We are the Misfits, our songs are better!" No. Never. Not even a bit. Certainly not yesterday.
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I'm so with you there. Making cards with bits of cotton wool stuck on them is so much more rewarding than paying for your own health insurance.
I do make a pretty consistent effort to act like a child whenever the opportunity presents itself. I'm sure, though, that all I need to do is hang around with a bunch of 18 year olds to realise that I'm probably older than I think!