Dancing with myself

It's a soft sleepy day. The type of day that you sit inside with the lights off, watch DVDs, curl up with a blanket, eat brownies and ice cream. The sky hangs heavy with mist, the trees are tipped with green, and flowers glisten in voilet, pink, and yellow. Days like today make me sleepy, dreamy, introspective.

( My first Salsa Class - which like all my rambles, has its share of irrelevant tangents, one on grammar, rules and writing of all things - I blame reading my flist before I wrote this. )