Dawn. A meal of rice and beans. Roof of the verandah shuddering in a strong, monsoon wind. A great book. Hush. Solitude.
This is why an almost Monday morning feels like a vacation…even though it isn’t.
Day 47 of 108
Well, we got through the day. I missed a lot of things and stuff did not go as per plan. But I am allowing myself to be a tad lazy and all ...
2 comments:
reminds me of the first time I tried Limca.. I was in heaven. It looked gross, but it was awesome.
rice and beans and monsoon.. Bliss!
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