Sep. 21st, 2002
Whither the wind goes
Sep. 21st, 2002 05:48 pm
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a wind swept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
~Pink Floyd
( The rest of my wanderlust wisting cut to spare the masses... )