does the past really exist?
What makes a beautiful evening? It must not be good weather, because the sky is sobbing itself to distraction. Maybe its a hot cup of tea, moonlight, an impending weekend, an impending rendezvous with my favorite person in the world plus a nice conversation with him. It probably has nothing to do with papers and projects, but perhaps with having something to keep me busy. I think its also a crackling fire, warm clothes, the house to myself. Maybe I'm simply happy for no reason (I tend to forget that's possible). Hazelnut praline truffles help too. Eight days until I'm with my very special one