Horns sounding. Cars adorned with flags. Music blaring. The quiet of a Swiss afternoon pleasantly shattered by the joys of a people celebrating the birth of their nation.
And for a moment. I close my eyes. Listen. Imagine. And am transported far away.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Still talking, not walking
Like a broken record the thoughts replay seemingly endlessly. And as the sun shines over me I wonder...
Saturday, February 02, 2008
A family question
Why is it that one member of my family can drive me crazy? I mean really crazy. He only has to walk through the door and I’m mad with him. So much so that I want to hit him. With a big inflatable stick. Or shoot him. With a water pistol. Or maybe make him really crazy in turn by saying that despite the fact he makes me crazy, I still love him to bits. After all. He's family.
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