Slow weekend for posting, but then I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t have a relapse every once in a while. I was going to write something about how I always forget what a beautiful town I live in and how much fun it is to just walk endlessly (especially now that it’s dark so early and you can peek into all kinds of fun houses!) with my eyes wide open, seeing things like this:
But then I got to thinking (I seem to be channeling Carrie Bradshaw. Thank God my post is neither about Sex nor the City) how I forget all these other fun things too. Like really long luxuriously simple summer dinners with a superfantastico friend:
Or having unexpected visitors:
What it feels like pouring your heart into a painting for your Mum and seeing it on her wall every time you visit:
And whenever I’m in a funk about how I’ve never seen Wild Nature in Holland because everything is man-made, I should remember the untamed skies I see from the train every day:
And finally, what I forget about is my favourite little cat, who used to enter my dreams in a human disguise when I had the chance to cuddle her all the time:
Cameras are such cool mnemonic devices. Almost as good as smell!
Now the rain is beating on my roof, which has the acoustics of a tent on days like these. I’m remembering all these beautiful things but I’m pretty sure I can remember whilst taking a shower and washing my hair. That’s where I’ll be if you need me!
Miao!
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