Someone's Behind

You can just about guess what today's weather was like.  Positive point -- it wasn't cold at all.  Cool, yes, but I don't mind that.  A hot flush and a cool wind make a good combi.  Come to think of it, I haven't put on a coat the past week.

Good news -- the passport was in the car after all!  I am now, more than ever, inclined to believe in the existence of those mischievous elves who enjoy 'disapparating' (Hogwarts-speak) your stuff and then causing them to reappear mysteriously just when you are at your wit's end.  I knew I had taken it out with me when I left the restaurant but I swear I looked all over in the car and didn't see it ... until I had driven for the third time to Breda.  Enormous relief!  Lesson learned -- don't start on a new habit if you know you don't have the time to make it a habit.

This shot was taken just out of the free parking area on my way home.  I went to work only to attend an important meeting, during which I was the one who took the minutes.  Glad I left on time -- traffic in weather like this can cramp your mood and take away any enthusiasm you have left.

Nanzy wanted me to share a poem here sometime, so this is the draft of what I wrote yesterday evening in Breda:

(Untitled as of now ... or do you have suggestions?)


This is what I want – this bed with its eyes
open, in the dark the ceiling stains discernible;
as you whisper in my invisible ear, I trace
your craggy shoulders, the scarred boulders of your bones,
I play with the sand-dune grey of your hair, and when your
voice finally begins to yawn, I hum us both
the songs of our favourite islands, our anthems of sleep,
very softly, very softly, the sound of ash turning into smoke.