A white butterfly flew through my garden.
I watched the washing machine spin for ten minutes. I've never seen it working before.
I mistook a knock on the door for the noise the washing machine makes and missed a call from a door-to-door gardening salesman. I call that karma.
I sent more texts this morning than I have for two weeks prior to today combined.
I waved at my rabbit in the garden. She looked at me, somewhat nonplussed, and hopped away.
I heard my song of the moment on an advertisement.
Hello, I`m from Brazil. Found your blog by some sort of coincidence.
ReplyDeleteYou rite beautifully, congratulations! Hope you can realize your dream and sell a lot of books.
About the text below: I think love is serious for those who know how to love, for those who have that capacity of actually loving. I don`t think love is natural for all kinds of people, I think that love is a matter of maturity of spirit and for that it must be sought instead of expected.
I apolagize for my English, it still has to be improved.
Kisses, from your new reader, Marcella.