sun going down

darkening saturday---living inside the wonderland of web 2.0 bloggerland--cyber chat similar to self chat, though with just the slightest sense of maybe perhaps being read--like message in a bottle, found on wintry ocean shore--tales of lone lorn log lapping at liquid line of sea--just me--and thee---jogging now beachside, wind whipping wind through ear pods of ipod, lullaby journey shuffled with playground kids from brick in wall and cat stevens where do the children play, given by me to daughter and back again--like bilbo baggins' song of there and back again, and nought at home