A Spring That's Singing

I am crossing an ocean in 7 hours. It used to be a big deal - not so much anymore. My packing is a little hasty, & my mind is a little blurred. But I am truly happy, I just can't stop smiling. ( It has alot to do with a flight leaving tomorrow with me on it, & somewhat to do with A. wine & B. skype & the blonde curls.) This spring will rock my socks off, no doubt.

I can't believe tomorrow night I will be sitting at Intelligentsia drinking the best cappuchino in the world, and the best martini queenies in the world just around the corner. (Slighly hung over, but hey - that's life.) I can't believe within a week this will no longer be love on a screen:

& I definitely can't believe the miss this leaving will bring. Or, yes, I can. I've seen it before. But I've come to understand, where ever I go, where ever I'm at, there will always be miss in some form or some color. So I figured it's just about to get going, you know? To not be afraid of miss. Because really, it's the most beautiful thing in the world.

Song of the day (night!) : 'Song for No One' - Ian Broudie, used to listen to it all the time, found it again by chance on Robert today:

'So yesterday has gone,

Who knows tomorrow may bring all we'll desire.

Tomorrow brings the sun.

Kiss the world with fingers crossed,

I'll kiss the world with fingers crossed.

I've been praised, I've been cursed,

I've been blaimed and I've won and I've lost.'

Love & tired hugs /

Dee

(on her way across a sea).