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Interesting drive into work today.

In the hotter months I have to hose my car down before I go out. It's parked in the open so it gets the full sun and as a result gets very hot, plus what little shade it does get is because of a tree that likes shedding all over my car.

So I hose it down to cool it down and clean it off.

This morning I did my usual hose down (it's disturbing to see steam coming off the car when I do this) and then got in to the car. I put both front and rear windscreen wipers on for a bit to clear away the water and then start the drive to work.

Driving along and I see something on the far side of the windscreen out of the corner of my eye. I expect it to just be water, but a quick look disproves that theory. It was in fact a gekko sitting on the glass of the windscreen.

I've had previous times where an insect had hitched a ride on the car all the way into work, and it seemed the gekko had heard about this and decided to follow them. I kept an eye on him the whole trip but he didn't seem to have too many problems hanging on the whole way, with speeds of up to 65km/h (40mph).

I get to work and tell him that if he wants a lift back he'll have to wait until this evening, but I'll give him a lift if he wants it, but I expect he'll find a nice spot near one of the lights in the car park and just eat insects for the rest of his life.

On the drive I saw what I consider to be the worst colour for a car I have ever seen. A light, pastel pink Mitsubishi Magna.

It was the shade of pink you get on white clothing that has accidentally been washed with a red shirt. I kept of having to look at it, just to make sure it wasn't a trick of the light. Ugh!

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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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