You think it is easy not to dream of the sky?
The sky that hides between trainracks and empty tea cups. The sky that I keep chasing in my dreams. The sky that is too beautiful and too elusive to capture.
That sky.
Today I wrote on my door in chalk: "Excuse the yelling. Filming in progress."
The script was ready. It was in my hands. Absolutely perfect. I needed someone to read it though.
Eventually as I was running out of time, I had to resolve to read it as monologue myself.
I ran to the door and yelled: "Freddie!! NOOO!!!" And then stopped short realizing that I was probably making too much noise.
But I needed to film it because the script was so good.
And then I woke up.
And what did you dream of last night?
Bulldog princess
I met this adorably puppy (okay, so she is three years old, not exactly a puppy but still) last weekend and even managed to snap some photos of her. Even though she was mostly ignoring me. Her name is Stella and she gets extra kudos for enduring our aimless wandering through the park with nothing but a short breath. She is the most chill and calm dog I have ever seen.