twenty to ten...*stretches*

a frosty early mornin.. and the crows begin their daily screechin. my dad shares with me his morning singing. mum neatens a bunch of heavenly brown curls.. *mornin* i feel like i'm in another dimension, jus sittin here listening to their laughing comments abt each other.. like they oblivious to my endless typings on the key board. *eh.. mornin*

another day that will unveil.. another day i shall indulge