For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
Saturday 5 January 2013
0003: THE SMELL OF RAIN ON HOT CONCRETE
Its a hot day. Mmm, it would be nice, but its cloudy and humid. It ruins it!! (That was a Golem quote) Anyway, you start to feel down when, oh yes, that lovely smell of rain on hot concrete hits your schnoz in all its glory. HAPPINESS. Encapsulated in a simple sweet fragrance.
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