( trail-o-lights )

Twas marvelous. 

And rather odd, at the same time, 

seeing as how the last time I went to Zilker, it was 108 degrees.

Last night it was like 47. 

It brought back some memories. 

OH

and I've fallen in love with James Blunt.

            You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
                    You're beautiful, it's true.
   There must be an angel, with a smile on her face,
        When she thought that I should be with you.
                 But it's time to face the truth,
                    I will never be with you.

( possibly my two most favorite people on the planet )

like mother like daughter

                                                 Once again she's pulled off the petals from the bouque

                                                         of people she's surrounded herself with,

                                                          and sprinkled them all on the ground. 

                                                                           Some have thorns

                                                                     and others faded colors,

                                             reminding her of the days she forgot to water them