rivulets : n, very small streams
And then suddenly I was starting a blog.
Mel asked me to choose a name and the first word to come to mind was rivulets. I thought of this word because of a song by the Tragically Hip, Flamenco, that has the line *..Walk like a matador. Don't be chicken shit and turn breezes into rivulets...*. I love flamenco dancing and it's a beautiful image that these words create - a strong dancer swirling in a fluid motion.
Later on, in afterthought, I realized rivulets could also represent my passion for nature. Or even my absent minded tendencies, for I have many rivulets in my stream of consciousness.
Wednesday, May 25
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