  Good morning. I am really in awe of how impermanent everything is. Everything changes, and everything changes so fast that you can barely pinpoint what caused it, and almost nothing stays the same. Things seem permanent when you think of them as solid and full and real, but my room on a good day and my room on a bad day are entirely seperate rooms. I am sitting here now and I am in a moment of subtle writing happiness and it's sunny outside and I'm wondering where to disappear to. Two days ago I lay on the floor in my room with my eyes closed listening to Miss Sarajevo, and feeling entranced and sad and lost.
And Yesterday was unimagineably surreal and very good for my head, beaching and sun and cold water and irrepressible happiness. There is true beach magic that I need sometimes. I remember Led Zeppelin's lines "I wonder how tomorrow could ever follow today" because I would never have believed two days ago I would have been there or here, and I have no clue what tomorrow will be like at all. Impermanence is wonderful. 
