It's been a little cool and overcast this morning, the sky threatens rain and I'm kinda loving it...I don't know what it is about the rains, but I settle more comfortably with the thought of the wet ground and wet leaves and wet feet. Where I am is most undesirable, I'm woozy with the five months old bambino in my womb, my country is in the brink of another unpheaval, I hate my job....but the rains somehow anesthesize me from all these ugly realities. Once I hear the Basia song again, I know I'll be on a different plane, completely heedless of the world spinning around me.
I am not aware how long it was since I last wrote, but it must have been eons. Many things have happened, we've moved house, taken on a relative, seen off a relative, raised Gab and witnessed him grow from lovable to dreadful... but most importantly, something grew, its sprout eyes each to each, inside me--a self-protruding truth that is now a life, jolting inside me, reminding me I am going to be a mother of two....
What it's going to be, she or he, I can only guess....and guess I will here on this journal, while I have something to say about it. Or, perhaps like a phoenix, resurrect my thoughts on coffee, or love, or death, or motherhood, or books, or rains.....or whatever. Basta!
