Oh. My. God. OhmygodohmygodOMG! You have just made my really stressful day. I couldn't possibly adore you any more than I do right now. Putting all the beauty of these aside (I'll get to that!), the sheer thoughtfulness of this stuns me. Because it was just an off the cuff "hey wizzy" comment for you to keep in the back of your mind, and then you come out with this. At the perfect time - I can't remember - did I tell you that I wrote a fic centered on that quote. It's in beta now, and these are perfect for it.
I have to clear out all my other icons and use these right away. All of them. Because as I said, it's my new obsession. I mean, how could I choose one? The grey shadows on 2 speak of the fading that must come; the blue twinge on 3 is like the winter melting off; the falling petals on 5 from the tree - oh my god, floating there with the limbs floating as well - yesyesyes! That's what it is, with just that hint of pink the background. The up-close perfection of 1 and 11 and 13,and oh, 9. Nine, wizzy - it's the green, the life in it behind the pink on that washout background of light - it's so joyous - but then there's 10, with the sky in the background, pale blue, and then I'm just overtaken by them all because this is what the spring does to the cherry trees. She ravishes them, like these are a kiss to my senses.
You spoil me so rotten, and I love it. Picture me throwing you kisses across the sea like so many blossoms falling from the tree. Seriously, I can't stop smiling. These are a balm to my soul.
*cough* And now everyone who sees this post will think me nuts, but then, I'm sure that others who watch this journal have thought me so before. *g*
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Date: 2006-02-01 02:57 am (UTC)I have to clear out all my other icons and use these right away. All of them. Because as I said, it's my new obsession. I mean, how could I choose one? The grey shadows on 2 speak of the fading that must come; the blue twinge on 3 is like the winter melting off; the falling petals on 5 from the tree - oh my god, floating there with the limbs floating as well - yesyesyes! That's what it is, with just that hint of pink the background. The up-close perfection of 1 and 11 and 13,and oh, 9. Nine, wizzy - it's the green, the life in it behind the pink on that washout background of light - it's so joyous - but then there's 10, with the sky in the background, pale blue, and then I'm just overtaken by them all because this is what the spring does to the cherry trees. She ravishes them, like these are a kiss to my senses.
You spoil me so rotten, and I love it. Picture me throwing you kisses across the sea like so many blossoms falling from the tree. Seriously, I can't stop smiling. These are a balm to my soul.
*cough* And now everyone who sees this post will think me nuts, but then, I'm sure that others who watch this journal have thought me so before. *g*