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 48 of 108
Life is just an endless parade of sunrises and setting moons. Anyway I really want to get done with this post. I didn't want to blog to...
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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