This is a glimpse of the remarkable beauty I was privy to on Wednesday the 21st. Gotta love them public holidays. Just a group of lads, Mother Nature and thorns galore. Caught this chap as he stopped for a drink.
blessed
This is a glimpse of the remarkable beauty I was privy to on Wednesday the 21st. Gotta love them public holidays. Just a group of lads, Mother Nature and thorns galore. Caught this chap as he stopped for a drink.
word love
I have a thing for words. I go through phases too. I love looking them up in a variety of dictionaries online and at home for as many definitions as possible. My favourite word for a while was privy. Here's one definition of it.
Privy - ( adjective ) 1. sharing in the knowledge of ( something secret or private ) 2. archaic, hidden or secret. ORIGIN: Middle English ( originally in the sense [ belonging to one's own private circle ] ) : from Old French prive ' private ' ( also used a s a noun meaning ' private place ' and ' familiar friend ' ) from Latin privatus ' withdrawn from public life '
Privy - ( adjective ) 1. sharing in the knowledge of ( something secret or private ) 2. archaic, hidden or secret. ORIGIN: Middle English ( originally in the sense [ belonging to one's own private circle ] ) : from Old French prive ' private ' ( also used a s a noun meaning ' private place ' and ' familiar friend ' ) from Latin privatus ' withdrawn from public life '
this morning
Sometimes mornings leave me breathless for all the wrong reasons, and than other mornings leave me breathless for all the right. I really hope I have more like this. Something about the rain makes everything seem brand new, clean and colourful, like when you opened a new box of crayons as a kid. You know they're going to go from pointy to flat in no time at all, and that the paper covers are going to disintegrate so quickly, but for a few seconds you just sit and marvel at their waxy newness, hoping others notice and smile knowingly when they do .
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