The First Fancy

I have always wanted to sing a duet with someone. Preferably a woman/man duet. Those are my favorites.
"Broken" by Seether and Amy Lee, "Good Stuff" by the B-52s, "October and April" by the Rasmus, "The Third Bar" by...I think it was Coldplay and Martha Wainright...the list is endless.

I love to sing. My entire family will account for that. I have songs I sing in Japanese, some in Russian, and of course English. Sometimes I'll try to tackle one of the French songs my sister listens to a lot (though French is rather frilly and I get tongue tied over everything xD). I'll sing as I do the dishes, sing in the shower (and get embarrassed when my sister sings along from another room) I'll sing when I'm alone and will gladly bust out with a CD in the car. And when my sister plays the guitar, you can count on me to come running from wherever I am just to sing along.

But most of all, I have always wanted to sing a duet with someone. Sometimes my sister will sing with me, but she is convinced she sounds dreadful and some days refuses to sing at all. And when my mom sings, she takes both parts. xD I would love to someday stand perhaps in the corner of a cafe or at some party of a friend, wedding perhaps, and sing a duet with a total stranger. A girl/guy duet, because I think those are the best.

A Pocket Full of Fancies

 

 We all have our own little dreams, right? That one tiny scenario you would love to have happen sometime in the near future. That one chance to do something you've always fantasized about. It's like a passing fancy, but a little stickier than that. The sort of thing you see in everything you do: that little friendly competition of the bowlers in the lane beside you that you would love to have with other people, seeing two bikers racing down a lane and wanting at that moment to join them even though you are nowhere near a bike at the time.

The sense of camaraderie has always been appealing to me. I've always wanted to be on a close-knit team with a specific goal in mind, knowing I can do well at whatever we are tackling and that they will do their best as well.

Such fancies are something I have often, and having no where else to fully describe them except the folds of my own mind (which is getting crowded out, by the way), I shall ease the pressure of my cranium and just write about it all here! Fantastic idea, if I do say so myself.

Now, there are tons of these, I will go ahead and warn you. Probably even more than I think are in there because they are burried under other thoughts and ideas, lurking under the waters, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge to the surface! No, I don't dream of catch great white sharks, but perhaps I will in a few years. o.o You never know. But for those of you who shall stick around (brave readers!), be prepared for randomness, no doubt some amount of youthfullness, and all around craziness. Any other side effects are unknown at this point, for I have yet to start writing this little fancy-series. Stay tuned for...something. xD

The Air is Crisp and Cool

Many thanks to Hurricane Lee for ushering in the cool weather. I don't think it's supposed to be so refreshingly brisk this soon, but I hope it stays regardless. The days of 100+ degrees all day have been replaced with low 50s in the morning to the low 70s in the afternoon. Sheer pleasure. All the windows in the house are opened by my dad when he gets up, and the front door is even left open to grant the wind entrance to the living room. The air is so fresh and clean that I can't get enough of it. At all.

Yesterday was the perfect day to walk the restless dog. Being a Saint Bernard living in the South, summer isn't her favorite season. So she has been inside almost the entire time, lounging over the floor vents to soak up any and all bits of coolness possible. So when the morning was a stunning 56 degrees, my mom and I took Ms. Hyperactive out for a long walk. I seized the opportunity to take some much needed photography (being equally housebound as the dog in the heat). I downed my turtle neck and vest (which needed to be excavated from my dresser drawers), slipped on my black boots and departed in the truck.

It felt so good to be out in nature, taking pictures of my old friends again. The roses were still in bloom, flushed a dainty pink like humble ladies from the chilly breeze. The trees clattered in response to said air, crinkling high above my head while jumping about gracefully. The sun was just warm enough to permit no coat, yet hidden enough behind the dark cotton clouds to make for a very pleasant overcast day.
The entire trip invigorated me, and I rushed home to continue writing my novel while the remnants of the coolness still lingered deep inside my limbs. It was as if my body purposely absorbed all that I loved about the day so that I could release it slowly through my art as a form of inspiration. Sadly, I mis-clicked a button on my notepad and lost three paragraphs later that day. xD Oh well. At least I didn't lose all of it!
(But it was still frustrating!)