Sunday, May 12, 2013

12 mai 2013

Writing seems inevitable now...
It has become an urgent need, almost an emergency.
So, writing it is...
Today, the sun barely came out the clouds, drawing large beams on the floor. The cat couldn't move out of these warmer spots and so couldn't I either.
The garden looks wild, grass growing fast and yet I couldn't draw myself to take care of it.
It's so unreal to discuss the weather here. It seems the whole country is commenting the forecast, from children to adults. Are we turning British??

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