Big Ben through the car window. (eeee~!)
Now I actually feel like the photos we’ve seen didn’t do the whole look or whatever justice, especially his hair and hairpieces. Hmm.
(But worth watching just for him walking in heels, rofl.)
They were the only persons in the street, and all the stars were watching them. Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part in anything, they must just look on for ever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was. So the older ones have become glassy-eyed and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder.
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J.M. Barrie Peter Pan, pg. 23 |
Today I got to watch a man become a child, for just a second.
We hung hundreds of colored, paper leaves, just out of reach of those walking below them. They were so beautiful while up. But never, never as beautiful as what I saw taking them down.
He always bears more weight than I could hold, and today as I watched him leap and laugh and tear, he looked light for the first time. We counted how many we could snatch in one jump, and he was so proud of his record. Things were as light as paper shapes for just one moment. And now that things have come crashing down, he will still have that weight to bear, but I have this moment forever. Unfair. Like the beauty of dying leaves.
