Joy is...
... meeting old friends.
A meeting with Philosofeast. A long, aimless walk.
Filter kaapi at a tiny shack run by an anna. : )
Another afternoon and evening spent with the witty
madusa,
the cute Sam and of course Mrs. J. (Missed the two who
couldn't make it.)
Sitting on the floor and talking and laughing without a care.
Hearing Mrs. J. sing a ghazal that evoked many many
memories.
Returning home on the footboard of a really fast train,
a cool wet wind blowing away the regret of not being
able to spend more time with them. : )
A meeting with Philosofeast. A long, aimless walk.
Filter kaapi at a tiny shack run by an anna. : )
Another afternoon and evening spent with the witty
madusa,
the cute Sam and of course Mrs. J. (Missed the two who
couldn't make it.)
Sitting on the floor and talking and laughing without a care.
Hearing Mrs. J. sing a ghazal that evoked many many
memories.
Returning home on the footboard of a really fast train,
a cool wet wind blowing away the regret of not being
able to spend more time with them. : )