Today is very white….I wonder what makes the roof tops so beautiful…kept staring at them for one hour today while eating asian fast food 3rd time in 4 days…well I m sure not a food pornistA :)…but I cook for Mr.T and he seems to like it…I m working on logo proposals for my beloved husband and I let my mind do whatever it wants…and it sure took me to some strange places…I wish I had a room completely full of flowers…like a botanic garden…there would be loads of flower tops hanging down from ceiling..I love that…just wonder how difficult is to water them all…And I m reading quite a good book which brought me to this poem by Plath

The hills step off into whiteness.

People or stars

Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.

The train leaves a line of breath.

O slow

Horse the colour of rust,

Hooves, dolorous bells –

All morning the

Morning has been blackening,

A flower left out.

My bones hold a stillness, the far

Fields melt my heart.

They threaten

To let me through to a heaven

Starless and fatherless, a dark water.
I like it even though I m not into poems…If you r thinking what to read I can only recommend The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey – besides the fact that it is a book I read some time ago and still keep thinking about it, it also has surprisingly nice cover illustration by Alaskan artist Barbara Lavallee.