'Twas Pride at the weekend (no longer am I a Pride virgin!) and although it was only my best friend and I that were available to go, I had a lot of fun and many pictures were taken, including the one to the right. I have no idea who the arm belongs to, but credit goes to them for waving that flag so well.
Not much in the way of wordiness today, just a wee scrap of poetry-ish-ness that I think complements the picture quite well.
How can you know what I am when I am so lost in time and stars?
We are never far from meaning in our daydreams
We bring the effervescent light of sound; so hard to see
Blinking, and brushing away whirling colours
