As I live and believe I try my hardest to breathe it all in, each day seems much sweeter than some days I remember and those days I would rather forget.

It's monsoon in Maside I am so glad that I'm a reader and have lots of books here at hand,

Later as the crow flies
I'll probably put on my galoshes
go outside and splash in
those puddles I see,
it depends on the time as most things do and not on the things that we would like to do.

But for now a coffee suffices with hot buttered toast ( two doorstep slices) and Mozart on the radio.

She sleeps on.