I was out having a fag in one of the gardens (of which this place has various), there are six randomly planted silver birch trees - I happen to love silver birch, especially really mature ones with that beautiful peeling bark and elegant but scared trunks, a little like palms I always think - and the breeze was rustling thru the branches and leaves (the birch are very tall, and altho disparately planted they are close enough for the leaves to become one shimmering daphled mass way above you when you gaze up to the sky - which today was azure and filled with sunlight) and it sounded just like the very edge of waves on a sea shore comprising a miriad of multi-coloured tiny pebbles, sand and fagments of shell. . .
gentle, relaxing, calming - but stimulating
a kind of a contented sigh of nature, I guess
. . .the song I was thinking of during all this was Elton's Your Song - because the sun was shining down on my shoulders and my back and I was kicking moss about under my feet. . .
however, we've had Elton already - so let's give him a little rest, shall we, and listen instead to
Gorgeous Man in the
WHOLE WIDE WORLD
(there follows a hint, if you don't know to whom I'm referring)
the following photo is from the film Big Fish (do you love Tim Burton? I do. . .)(if you've not seen BeetleJuice, thats' what got me hooked), and reminded me a little of Dorothy falling asleep in the poppy field, or whatever that field she fell asleep in was. . .
(if you haven't seen Big Fish, I loved it, so you might)
. anyhow, back to Ewan!
did you realise this guy could sing?
and if you liked that. . .
. . .enjoy again!