*Dream*

Why i wasn't born in the 60's i will never know...

Saturday morning joy.

I can still remember when your city smelt exciting.

I still get a whiff of that aroma now and then.

Burglary and fireworks,

The skies they were alighting.

Accidents and toffee drops

And thinking on the train.

this beautiful film is one to give you goose bumps.

*sigh*

i think it's love.

i get a little bubble of happiness when i think of big fields of grass and loooooooooooong summer days.