As I walk towards the building made of steel and glass with factory chimneys emitting thick smoke somewhere in the back I hear ducks’ quacking. What a lovely morning!
My daughter’s card in the mail, the one she created at school but failed to take home before holidays. New Year’s wishes in rhymes.
I see the last sparkle of the fireworks somewhere far on the horizon as I descend the road.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Playing hide and seek in the woods, just me and the sun.
Picking a moment, not the perfect one, to start a conversation that should have taken place many billion moments ago.
Watching my little girl eat a pencake after a cool shower that made her fever drop for 2 degrees.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
I listen to my 11-year old daughter about how she and her friend from class had a cup of tea and chocolate-coated wafers before their morning class. I am happy knowing about her little joys.
A cup of hot chocolate with coconut at the new local chocolaterie named after Veronika of Desenice. Veronika was the second wife of Frederick II, the Count of Cilli (15th cent.), who had been put on the first documented witch trial in the country. Intriguing just like chocolate.
I finish reading the very last page of the book and I am full of ideas.
Monday, December 20, 2010
I walk out from a cold building made of steal and glass to a bright sunny day.
I remember the very first moments she brightened my life 11 years ago. Happy Birthday, Honey.
Lately I have been dwelling in the only place where change really happens. It is not pleasant but it is real.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
I look through the window in amazement. Dazzling whiteness against the clear blue sky.
I’m happy with my dark chocolate writing on the white coconut cake.
Girls lay next to me, each on one side, in the big bed. I close my eyes and listen to the sweet melody of their voices while they pick on each other.