Monday mornings can be made fresh and crisp with notes from long-lost friends, a dead cellular phone, a cup of freshly brewed
Darjeeling and the brittle remnants of a dream at dawn. The mind suddenly lifts above the obvious, the smoke and the haze of a big city and finds itself transported to a winter morning, ten years ago. Wrapped in the comforting smell of a woolen pullover and freshly washed hair.
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And this isn't about her? But you?
happy new week!
I swear i can feel that warmth and smell that smell...i can imagine u as a kid too...awww...
And Monday mornings can become cheerful if kick-started by reading a a sweet-smelling piece of winter memories and such things.. :)
Ah darjeeling...
And that sounds like me, everything always reminds me of something. I get transported around all the time.
comfort
It gets harder to deal with the smells, and the juxtaposing thoughts, of the past when you hit the bed at night.
Particularly, when the lights go out.
P.S. - T, I enjoy reading your thoughts as well as seeing them in those stunning photographs.
and mornings for me always mean a headache.
hmm... as long as we have the tea, and the phone remains dead :)
*wink*
...up and away!!!!
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