Am I alone?

On cloudy days do you ever pretend that you live in the 15th century somewhere in England or Scotland and your name is Rowan or Mathilde or Cybele and you have really, really long, wavy black hair, a creamy perfect complexion and your wearing this gorgeous velvety green dress with a braided golden belt hanging loosely around your waist and your running through this field of tall grass because you see your handsome lover across the way and he's running to meet you and some farmer or some farmer's daughter is playing the harp and you can hear its muffled tune drifting through the air?


Yeah, um, *clears throat*, me neither.

1 comment:

Ann said...

You are to cute. Don't worry , if you are living in Ireland I am your neighbor . You know the one to the left with the sheep !