song

Sometimes the songs just hit you in the face with their beautiful melodies, notes hand in hand, flying through the air. Old memories flood back in a millisecond, appear alive, real. You are in the moment, every feeling runs through your body. With a blink you see what you once saw around you, the smells reach your nose. You are in that specific moment, that second of time when you felt something. Emotions rush around your body, go amok in your chest and end up in your head. Then you open your eyes, hear the music and you are back, back in the now.

We all have our hobbies

I used to have a hobby. I used to sing, ones or twice a week when I was a kid. Well, I was a teenager when I stopped. Over night I decided to give it up, I didn't get into the musical line at College so I decided not to sing again. Sad really, my stubborn side getting to me I guess.. If they won't have me no one will! What a stupid little brat I was! Some might say I still am, but that's a whole different post all together. Anyway at the moment I can't really say I have a hobby, unless you could say listening to music, going out dancing with friends, having occasional sex, drinking coffee with loads of Greeks, sometimes doodling a sketch or two, surfing the web or just being pathetic a hobby? Naaaah.

However, the other day I found out that my sister has found a hobby - growing flowering plants on a large scale, and when I say large scale I mean large scale. About 50 little buds have taken over her windowsills and balcony. Impressive, no? Seriously, if I had her green fingers I would be growing stuff too (maybe not the legal kind, but thank God I don't). plants are good company though, they never judge you, they always (for most of us, who water our plants once in a while) flower, they add to the atmosphere of any old shabby place and they give joy through their very existence. You go girl!