Friday, July 10, 2009


Dear Speed,

Rushing around, rushing in, rushing onwards. I'm putting you on hold. I putting you in the slow lane with two gears and introducing you to the brakes. I've ran with you for years, born sensible in so many ways and yet in certain matters, there you are taking over and pushing thought into the bin and gaffer taping the lid. Heart, have you met head? No? Pull up a chair, it's time.

You see, I don't have to make up my mind today or tomorrow or even the next day for that matter. Let's have a cocktail, sit on the grass and look at the sky. Let's have a conversation or seven. Let's pull up chairs and chew the fat and decide it's about a personality rather then a set of circumstances. Let's play the game. No store credit, I don't want to buy now and pay later. I want to save up, a bank of memories.

Hunger, is a good sauce...

Yours sincerely,


  1. How I wish I could slow it down. Good luck to you. I am hopelessly inept.

  2. The pace of the places I am hitting on my travels are striking a chord...

  3. ooooooooooo
    sounds mysteriously interesting
    I am intrigued and well jell (teenage speak for envious)
    cocktails? conversations?
    I'm off to make me a margherita and talk to the sky
    it aint going anywhere but slow

  4. Well jell is my new favourite expression, I'm going to see how many times I can fit it into the rest of the evening! Cocktail o' clock beckons...

  5. Especially good to slow down in summer.

    Verandahs, cool drinks, lazy evenings.

    Cow wishes them all for Letters.