i was down by the waters edge on a cold winters morning in Kaikoura, New Zealand - where the whales sleep. it was well before the sun had risen from her watery bed and the sea lapped over the pebbled beach making a soft screch screch sound as it landed and then retreated. my mittened hands were jammed into my pockets, my face buried beneath my scarf, with only my eyes peeking out watching the horizon, waiting in calm, knowing anticipation. the beanie did very little to keep my curls tangling around one another with the cool ocean breeze. there was no one around and it was beautiful in its stillness and quietness and aloneness. highly recommended

i was thinking random thoughts, as one is apt to do at 530am when its -5 outside and one ought to be in bed sleeping, or at least napping. like disco naps, those naps one would take in the early evening before going partying at night. im not sure the phrase is used much anymore. however, i feel like the older i get that the importance of disco naps is growing. in fact it seems to be that my disco naps, afternoon naps, after breakfast naps and eleven am naps are all merging into one long day of rather lazy, but rather enjoyable napping. otherwise known as the weekend and highly recommended

inside a disco nap are disco dreams. awesome wonder woman meets elizabeth bennett dreams. the Eric Grant Orchestra at the Casa Montego in Jamaica beat out sexy jazzy rhythm and blues tunes on the record player. the soft screch screch background sound, so similar to the sea on that pebbly beach and so wholly authentic in the way digital sound never can be. feet dance to the beat of another era while the drums beat, the sax swoons, the double bass strums a heartbeat and trumpets swing. overhead a disco ball twirls slowly, sparkling lights bouncing, shattering and reflecting into a super kaleidoscope of colours and glitter. you see, the world disappears when disco dreams come calling. otherwise known as happy-ness and highly recommended

my attention was pulled back from my scattered thoughts as a squawking seagull landed nearby. pay attention! he said, dawn is approaching! the sky started to glow (glow ought to be a colour), turning infinitesimally from blue-black to sparkly charcoal gray to pale gray, to vibrant purple and orange to red-pink caressing the mountain tops to shooting fingers of blue and white. and then it appeared, in true star style, making an entrance before entering, the most magnificent disco ball of all, over the horizon bringing a brand new day (just like Sting sang) and tears to my eyes.

definitely highly recommended