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so what if my journal name sounds slightly depressing? it is actually very uplifting and interesting, because i discover so much about the world in front of me.

i live in australia, in sydney, and at the moment it is winter. and freezing. and it is five to seven at night. so there is the first thing ... so that if i talk about the snow and the lack of leaves you know i am not crazy.

alright. second item on my agenda is an explanation of a very interesting event today.

i climbed a tree.

ok, so i know everyone is probably going, "oh wow, that's just so very exciting NOT" but it is quite good for me considering i am a lanky clumsy blonde. so climbing a tree and not falling OUT of the tree is an acheivement.

in hindsight, though, i am actually quite happy with myself. if i had fallen out of the tree - curse my blondeness - i would not have seen the beautiful sunset today.

at about 5.55 or thereabouts, the sun slowly san beneath the horizon, but not before releasing its final rays into the pink and orange clouds that were fluffy and beautiful and spanned the entire 360 degrees of vision around me.

so there you go. it was a truly mind-boggling sight, it made me feel so insignificant against the power of nature to be devastatingly gorgeous and destructive all at once.

but 'while i live...' will not always be beautiful. i will make descriptions of everything that happens around me.

one more thing. today i was talking to my boyfriend. he is tall, beautiful - in a guy sense of the word - and as we were casually talking i played with my long hair.

he got slightly annoyed, and made an excuse to hold my hands to stop them.

he then remarked that mine were cold, and we stood there, him looking at my eyes and remarking occasionally about them, and their ever-changing colour that shifts from grey to blue as the sky changes colour, and i just closed my eyes then, and he did too, and we breathed in and out in perfect harmony.

he never asks for anything. ANYTHING. sometimes i feel anxious, that he does not want to talk to me, that he does not want to depend on me. but then i remember that we are almost the same; our heartbeats in time, our heights exactly equal, our eyes the same peircing blue, our desires for peace and happiness coinciding, our ability to write well only bettered by the other - or so we say. everyone who sees us feels instantly jealous - if they are that type - or happy, and i am proud of that.

we are the same. and we are in perfect rythym. and at the moment i feel ...

life is beautiful.