||[Feb. 2nd, 2007|02:53 pm]
8 or so bees in my bonnet
milky winter sunshine
penetrates the nicotene stained windows,
hits my super disco mirrorball (tm)
(gently swaying with the microearthquakes)
and casts intense rectangles of lemon light
over my untidy desktop.
i can still read this if i move my head to create a shadow.
my back is warm.
all is well.