“There once was a girl who lived inside a tree.
She liked ginger biscuits with scones and cups of tea.
Where does she go, does she go when she’s high?
Where does she go when she takes to the sky?
Find her in the clouds up above
For all she ever thinks about is love” ~ Angus Stone
“It’s 2:24am and an almost full moon lights the stark rugged landscape of Island Lakes. It’s the witching hour … the time when I come alive. I love the night time. The sky with all its bright, shining diamonds always clears my head, and restores my sense of perspective of how small we really are in a vast universe and how short life really is and how things … like people meeting, must not only be by chance but by design. Continue reading “Zipping Up The Red Suitcase”