eight: stones a-skipping

i just got a new laptop and so i was spending some time transfering things from one comp to another. things like my collection of songs - wouldn't want to have to download everything again - or saving photos which i stored in my computer. and then it struck me how my emails which i still keep from people who matter would be lost. i don't think i may ever re-open my old computer. it's now a lost treaure chest.

i got down to reading some of my old messages and it brought back all those memories. memories to die for, memories to tide me through all the times when shit happens. maybe people all go through the same things in life but i like to think, and i'm certain it's true, that everyone's version is that little bit different. after all, we're all different.

it's so amazing how that little word or those three words put together or that short phrase can mean so much. something so simple yet so beautiful. and there's often meaning in everything, this song which you gave to a loved one, or this coffee place where you whined to a listening friend, or a movie which you watched, or a moment, or a sound, or a poem, or a ...

i think God has been very nice to me. the people i've been put around rarely colour my experiences badly. i know so many things which i have fond memories about, places in this world, phases of my life which have been beautiful because of people. yes, you. and you and you.

and there closes one interface into my life.