i have just come back from running errands, roads are a mess. another storm is coming.
i am tucked in the house now, the sweet sound of violin plays from the radio. the smell of curry
perfumes the house as the soup cooks on the stove top. i am dreaming of a different kind of happiness, i have confused you with this line i am sure. i can not put a finger to it, or find the right words to tell you how much i wish for children. I am working at it, we are, oh that might sound funny, does it? it as if i am preparing for two scenarios so different from one and another, one as mother and the other as the world traveller i used to know.
i think i shall take a few small trips in the next few months, where shall i go, do you have room at the inn for me.....