Thursday, July 16, 2009
The Isle Of Creation
On top of, away from everything. Everyone. All that was present was the wind and the constant roar of engines and panting from the long adventure. It was beautiful at the top. Could see so many things in every direction. Just the sheer enjoyment that something was done, something that has long been thought about my the millions of people who have driven/walked past it, was done. Everything you do. Come?