silent reverie.
the rain- its rhythmic patter and that sweet cool breeze. and the picture- it brings with it a keen nostalgia, a reminiscence that should be all but banished. i remember:
the somewhat girly pretense; the giddy excitement; the warmth of your company; being tucked in a cosy corner of delifrance; the chase after to send me back; the rush of delight at surprise visits; the last time we spoke; the slow drift apart of lives that once intertwined.
what is so delightful and yet burdensome about the past is that we can relive its glory, its joys, its sorrows, over & over again, with each time revealing insights new and perspectives changed.
i say: celebrate life; it'll never pass by you the same way twice.
izzabelle/izzy/bel.