When my age was in single digits I would look at rain puddles on the asphalt as a beautiful thing. I would see the beauty in them in a fresh way. I can't look at them that way now. Oil stains in the road would be lifted by the rain water and float on the surface as a rainbow coloured film. The rainbow film would look like colourful streaks on the water. When I would touch the water it would feel cold. I wonder if I can look at natural things with fresh eyes. To be able to see the beauty in everything. Perhaps I can make myself see things that way.
I am Alan Booth, an ordinary British Man . I'm not one of the famous people that have the same name as me, just an ordinary guy. Welcome to my main blog, a true reliable record of history from the perspective of an ordinary man, a place filled with my thoughts; perhaps my thoughts will persist longer on here than in my brain itself. My twitter I.D. is @alspresso.
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Monday, 17 April 2017
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