The Point

A point is a 0-dimensional concept. It has no width, area, or volume, as these are 1-, 2-, and 3-dimensional concepts. In contrast, it was not clear how many dimensions a curious fellow like the cowboy had. It seemed, at times, to range all the way from nothing to infinity. No wonder he was hard to grasp. Where does one even find such an oddity?

The Eyes

You can always tell a person by the look in their eyes. And your eyes are no different. At first glance, there is just a glint of blue, a glimmer of soul creeping out, but as I get closer, as you open your eyes a little wider, letting me in, I see a deep blue and shining light. It reminds me of diving: near the surface, the water is turquoise and pretty, but as you descend it becomes bluer and bluer, until you reach the limits of safe diving. There, the water is a very deep blue and the light is rather diffuse. Yet it is relaxing and homely, even. Sometimes, I yearn for that deep blue light. And when I am with you, and I stare deeply into your eyes, I see it. And I feel relaxed, and at home.

Letters

She stared at the letter. It actually said what she had read, and even though the letters kept forming the same words over and over no matter how much she stared at them, she just couldn't believe it. It wasn't real. It just couldn't be.

And then.

It finally hit her. It was all real. She was doing this. She was moving. Why had she not realised this before? She had been part of the planning, had she not? She had dreamt, talked and planned for the future, and yet this was the first time she could clearly see the actual implications of her actions.

One would expect she would be terrified. She was. However, she was also elated, flying, squeaking of excitement. She was moving. They would be together, and they would finally get to fully explore the ways of their relationship.

Thinking back, not far back, she would never have thought this sort of happiness would be possible. But it was. It said so in the letter. And for the first time, she believed it.

It was one hell of a letter.

Itty, bitty girlie

I'm a ten million dollar baby.

Up North

Why can I see my breath when it's cold? It hangs there for a while in front of me before lifting off and fleeing away from me. I can't get it back. The cold has taken my breath away. Very much in the same way you do.

Lazy Dream Clean

I was dreaming that I was cleaning the kitchen. I got to the point where I had to collect all the paper and pizza boxes together and ready them for recycling. Then I said to myself in the dream, there's no point doing this, it's just a dream.

Before Love Happened

There is always a start to everything. Sometimes things start off slowly, without anybody noticing it before the events have all unfolded. At those times, on-watchers will stand flabbergasted at the embarrings, paralysed, mouths half open and unable to speak. Shocked at the events that they did not manage to foresee, stumped for a plan of action, undecided still about what the next logical step should be. Other times, beginnings burst so violently out of nowhere that it makes everyone around them stop and stare. These times, chaos will surely erupt, someone might scream while others will revert to irrational behavior such as violence or religion.

Sometimes, though, beginnings are expected. Longed for. Planned. Needed. This was one of those beginnings. One of the good ones.