T'was just a garden in the rain. Close to a little leafy lane. A touch of color 'neath skies of gray. The raindrops kissed the flowerbeds. The blossoms raised their thirsty heads. A perfumed thank you. They seemed to say. Surely here was charm beyond compare to view. Maybe it was just that I was there with you. T'was just a garden in the rain. But then the sun came out again. And sent us happily on our way.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Drowning: in work. Feeling: overwhelmed. inadequate. emotional. Crave: alone time. without anyone breathing down my neck. Serenade me: Luis Miguel. Yearning: for that Calatan Sun. Walking down La Rambla. Sitting at the steps of Santa Maria Novella watching couples dancing in the streets.
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