Today was a rainy day. Last night couldn't slept more than two hours. Today had to take a nap after coming back from work, because of the lack of rest, and I never took naps (Oh, this is news for some away-friends then, I have a new job since a couple of weeks already). After waking up from the nappie, I could take some minutes of laziness, this frog needs that to allow the brain to breathe; while in that, had a strong hunch that tomorrow will be a sunny saturday with a lovely breeze, just a hunch. Tonight I left a list of the friends I'll call tomorrow to meet up in the morning, drink something, take pictures, talk about our families and ourselves, about art, our national news, and go back to our lives at noon. I wish some of us can sit down on a park bench for a while under that sun and southern spring breeze that I strongly believe that will be there tomorrow. We have to catch up with what's going on in our lives after months of few contacts.
Made for the occasion today, sun and fresh breeze:
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi, "The breeze at dawn".
2 comments:
Erm, thanks. (If you don't know what I'm thanking you for, you commented a happy birthday on my blog.)
Just wondering, how'd you come across my blog? Random?
absolutely. it was almost an insomniac night, as said in this post.
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