Some beautiful nonsense

The sweetest feeling in the world,

Better than the best meal I've ever had,

Better than the best orgasm I've ever had,

Is a drink of cool water

After a long run.

I reside at a crossroads of truth and beauty.
If you find yourself wand’ring on a lonely Thursday, you may find me, sitting among the daffodils.

It is always Thursday in this place.

This crossroads is sometimes the winter tundra,

No features on the land but endless white plains of snow,

Perfect flakes lost in infinite copies of themselves.

If you visit my crossroads when they are tundra, make sure to wear thick socks,

Too many people have lost fingers and toes to my crossroads.

Sometime it is summer at the crossroads

And the sun is warm and the grass is soft

And there are flowers and birdsong.

Wear a swirly skirt if you visit

And we can dance under the sun.