The sky rumbles and rumbles but there’s no rain.
I am seated by the window in the living room, in my reading spot with the curtain that’s just a bit too short.
There’s no wind. There’s a strange kind of stillness that promises rain and my head’s been hurting since morning so I wish there was a bit of wind.
It frustrates me that there isn’t. My head throbs persistently. There’s still no rain.
I give you, the second week. So glad I made it this far. huh.
I wish I was in bed, but what a beautiful morning !
I now know emotional trauma as I’ve never known before.
In the streets of Colombo , looking for inspiration.
Live long and prosper !
Lazy Sunday late lunch at the Baghdad Knights.
21 people born in the months of November and December gathered at the Peach Valley to celebrate their birthdays.
A night of Catan and mehendi. I smudged.