This evening (UK time, of course), has been one of surfing on the edge of the ethereal, catching the breeze where’er it went, following my nerves and senses, drifting on the zephyrs of the Internet.
Here’s a partial list of the distant shorelines I spied……..
In a similar vein, LifeHacker tells, rather than shares. It’s all a bit too touchy-feely for me, so I backed off aways until I bumped into some beautiful Black and White photography I’d seen before. Sometimes, familiar shores are the best, though my wonderlust took me further afield until I spied the rudest programming language around – though at least it lives up to it’s name!
In need of a little purity, I sought a haven in Poetry Daily and wasn’t disappointed.
Relieved and exhausted, I returned home.