I bought a notebook to write a story in. The one that has been rattling around my head. It does not make sense. I do not know where it is going. I do not know where it is taking me. When walking along over damp pathways in my pixie coat, as my Pa calls it, watching the sky drizzle over the little city, I find it consumes me. Thoughts run around my brain like cheeky little imps distracting me from what is real. But I thank those little dears as I so love escaping with them. Girls walk together in teadresses and boots to go have tea and petits fours & confide their most secret wishes. Loves and passions are wished for. Some are doomed. Others are not. Adventures are always around the corner. As they should be.