(the beauty of her & her electric light)

[riverdresses]

the changing light at San Francisco
is none of your East Coast light
none of your
pearly light of Paris
The light of San Francisco
is a sea light
an island light

and the light of the fog
blanketing the hills
drifting in at night
through the Golden Gate
to lie on the city at dawn

and then the halcyon late mornings
after the fog burns off
and the sun paints white houses
with the sea light of Greece
with sharp clean shadows
making the town look like it had just been painted

but the wind comes up at four o'clock
sweeping the hills
and then the veil of early evening
and then another scrim
when the night fog
floats in
and in that vale of light
the city drifts
anchorless upon the ocean.

The Changing Light by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

lately I've been wishing for a name change. Halcyon. Firefly. Sunday. I don't know why. Elizabeth-Betsy is a perfectly good name. One's the name of a girl in skirts spending days in libraries, reading original French novels from the twenties, the other a glimmer of Lolita-flavoured sunshine sitting on a picnic blanket on warm spring days. Both very different, but very sweet girls.

I'm not sure what sort of girls Halcyon, Firefly & Sunday would be. Perhaps I just don't know.

I want to go thrifting sometime soon. I want to buy&make & redesign clothes into pretty date-outfits & awesome everyday wear. I hate most of my clothes now. I want pretty, crazy, wild, vaguely sexy clothes. a lot of my clothes are dull & somewhat uncomfortably tight. Fun when you're in highschool. not so fun when you don't gave to keep up silly little 'appearances' in your own life.

& this article by galadarling is amazing: umbrella lurve! only she could write such amazing snippets about people who own certain types of umbrellas. (& I totally want to buy the birdcage bubble umbrella. & look at the swarovski crystal-splashed umbrella!!)

am also texting with my boyshape right now. he has a cold, sadly. but I told him I'm going to bring him some tea when I see him in two weeks - he likes tea like I do! I do wish I didn't have to wait two weeks to see him again. (he's very busy with school & dance, so I must be patient.)

& lastly: capital letters are silly. very, very silly. I hope my lack of capitals won't bother anyone!

& do you know, I hate the lower case 'I'. I think it looks awful in anything. so I always capitalise them. but in general, Betsy does not enjoy capital letters. Except for 'I' & the 'B' in my name.