Catch me if you can...

I've always been partial to birds of prey, particularly barn owls and peregrine falcons. Owls are thoughtful, lovely and aloof. Their deadly silence is oddly romantic. Like barn owls, peregrines aren't flashy, but they have a beautiful sort of spareness that is anything but prudent. The superfluous has been stripped away and the result has been honed to perfection. I like them. How can something so spartan be so extravagant? It's such a neat incongruity.

Somehow I managed to go off on a tangent BEFORE making any sort of point. Anyway. Yes, now you know why I like owls, but they have absolutely nothing to do with the following statements.

I think, in a metaphysical sense, I know what it feels like to fall faster than gravity pulls. Now all I need is the extravagant simplicity. And maybe some wings, but I'm not sure if I require them. <3

Also, my boyfriend sings better than yours. It's 40 megs, but totally worth it. It's Schumann's Dichterliebe, a beautiful cycle of German love poems-turned-songs.