sunbeams anne-girl float down through the trees which we pass on the bus, people squished together longingly staring out the window to the outside freedom at last - I hug a tree 041008 ... mourninglight sumbeams in hair dust motes floating through shadow slats created in the curtains. I want to be 5 years old again crawling around my parent's bedroom, pretending to be a cat.. and successfully walking like one down the stairs. 041014 ... Shattered Shining through the hole in the otherwise thick layer of clouds above. Hey, look! It's God! Somehow, I doubt that. 050818 what's it to you? who go blather from