Lonely Afternoon

I was in a bus this evening, happily jotting down random ideas for a new song. The flutter in my heart made its way back to dance again. It always comes back to me when I create. It can be anything from speaking random French sentences to brainstorming for random ideas or words, to taking pictures with my useless Holga. I love the flutter. Never fails to put a smile on me and make me marvel at life. Create! That’s what we live for right?