Like wine through water

Like wine through water, originally uploaded by ©M's❤2.

"I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind."

— Emily Brontë

iPhone, Captiva, Florida May 13, 2008 at 1.32pm
Edit, antique effect, a smidgen of sepia & square crop in iphoto, signature & a goodie in picnik.

Thank you Andy for getting these out of my phone :D

♬⾳ Constant craving ♪

The day wraps round me like a spell, And every breeze sings all's well

And every breeze sings, "All is well." ❤ L on B ♫A Million Cheap Tricks. I 'm getting an error connecting but I hope it works for you it's a lovely tune. if not try this Smolik on aurgasm. Old new for some but... our car had it's window smashed for an attempted robbery which evidently there has been a rash of in my neck of the woods, (i will here forward read my local police log news ... ) night owls that we can be, twas right under our noses @ 12:35pm Luckily we scared them (2 hooded arses) nothing was taken but my sense of security and His time replacing the glass... it was hot as summer yesterday @ 93 º ƒ and after being up most of the evening sore from carrying hockey equipment from the car, anger, vigil on the couch and a glass of Ouzo for me bruhahaa.. yesterday was a bad day ~ last night was better, a couple of martini's with a gang of olives some with pimentos other with almond and a pearl onion: yumm todays temps are lovely and time does help.. and then there is you my dear ... Thank you for your friendship, means the world to my ❤. (what a space shot I forgot the poem I wanted to post maybe it's the martini's...) Ella Wheeler Wilcox - A Golden Day ❤ The subtle beauty of this day Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, And care and grief have flown away, And every breeze sings, "all is well." I ask, "Holds earth or sin, or woe?" My heart replies, "I do not know." Nay! all we know, or feel, my heart, Today is joy undimmed, complete; In tears or pain we have no part; The act of breathing is so sweet, We care no higher joy to name. What reck we now of wealth or fame? The past--what matters it to me? The pain it gave has passed away. The future--that I cannot see! I care for nothing save today-- This is a respite from all care, And trouble flies--I know not where. Go on, oh noisy, restless life! Pass by, oh, feet that seek for heights! I have no part in aught of strife; I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell And every breeze sings, "All is well." ❤