Well, it’s Valentine’s Day! A day of chocolate and hearts and amateur diners. I’ll be spending the day bouncing around the restaurant I work in, rushed by sugar, trying to give out warm, fuzzy experiences and delicious food. Since I cannot give you lovely readers that second thing, I thought I’d try to share the first. Here goes:
I’m either falling or I’m flying,
But I can’t quite tell which.
It’s a switch from my average,
This suspicion sense of bliss. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #118 – Falling, Flying, Floating