a writer's notebook: "write a little every day, without hope, without despair" - isak dinesen
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Today
Sitting in a coffee shop waiting for breakfast and my cappuccino. The afternoon summer sun is just catching the side of my face, piercing my right eye. Although it's now officially summer in the southern hemisphere, inside me it feels like winter and that I'm desperately in need of a hibernation period. Like a snake I want to curl up under a rock and wake up another time. That's how I feel today. My batteries are flat.
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