the smell of peaches is a memory.  not sure of what, exactly, maybe mornings some forty years or so ago, sunlight stripes across the breakfast table (plastic lace tablecloth, so practical) oh i love me some peaches.

 

i also love my new (to me) powerbook G4. it is supposed to be the house computer but as i sit gazing in wonderment at its beauty, i honestly do not want anyone else touching it. mine.

 

mine.