She ponders her world over the rim, of another mug of coffee, not wishing time away, as there are places she needs to be. Yet in her head she is spinning, her thoughts are all in a whirl, oh to many distractions, yet her smile glints like a caged pearl. Each day is so very different, no two can be the same it is said, if only she could make her choices, and just quell this busy head. bkewl.
