February 10, 2013
In December she spoke of orange blossoms. That near Mexico they are everywhere. The author of the book I am reading keeps repeating about the same blossoms in Spain (in January). She mentioned that Spain and Mexico are very similar.
I do not write as often as I would like. There must be/is something holding me back. Laziness, boredom.
It is amazing how many emotions can be had over a period of time, in the turn of a day.
Last night I became all alone in a big house. In the middle of the night. And then it started to rain, to thunder. All of these new sounds came. So I decided to read, listen to the storm. I got up a few times to walk around the house in the dark. Helped me feel less, somehow.
3 comments:
Nice to you back, I am too :)
A long time ago you left a comment on my blog, but I didn't see it until now! I'm sorry!
I really love your blog, you write so beautifully :)
Dawn, thank you so much!! And it's so nice to hear from you :)
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