Personal blog
Nothing screams the first party of the summer like making a strawberry and goat’s cheese salad in  my kitchen in the morning.
the sensation is a memory of Christmas. And maybe it is just a memory of summer.
we could not have asked for a more perfect day for our garden party,
I am stealing a few moments in the shade with a coffee before the train takes me away,
blissful mid week holidays… Read the rest
It has been frustrating reading about how I have wanted to end my connection here,
OVER and over and **over** again.
I have tried a lot of different stuff,
None of it worked.
And to be honest the ‘relationship’ plot line is the least interesting of the lot.… Read the rest
She felt a melancholy rising up from the floor to greet her heart with a thud. It was a momentary memory of how easily the innocence of her friendship with Atlas had been tainted after one conversation with her therapist.
It was a good thing, she thought, that she was aware of the potential shadow side of their connection.… Read the rest
Walking under the dappled shade of the plane trees,
the air fresh and cool, as it breezes in eddies around my arms and legs,
interspersed with moments of gentle spring sunshine,
Lingering a little longer, for the exquisite refreshment of this perfect spring day.… Read the rest
Sunday afternoon,
Feeling the breeze touch my shoulders,
cool and fresh,
as I sit in the shade drinking a coffee,
trip Hop emanating from the speakers above,
breeze collecting and fluttering my skirt.… Read the rest