Monday. Misty. Dramatic. A long awaited epilogue to a dragging and expensive drama. Not out of the woods yet. Just freed the feet from the clench of a painful trap.
Tuesday. Sunny. Peaceful. Warm. A day to breathe, to recover and to talk, talk and talk again. To recharge my batteries, to forget – as in totally – about the days before. A day that began with my Cli.MAX – see the photos!
As for the long one, here it goes in Photo Update 490 – Cli.MAX: 100 Juicy Close-Ups
Early in the morning, so early that the sun was still hiding, I get the first present on my birthday – woody moments that I’ve learned to cherish and cut short before the kids would wake, before I’ll make their tea and omelets.
After they left for school, I come upstairs for my second birthday present, not as imposing as the first yet more elaborate, more sophisticated and clearly speaking a tongue that I enjoy – the tongue that brings me to cli.Max in ways that seem like routine but never are.
He then says to me: “Don’t move, stay right there, I’ll bring the camera!”
Click click click!
Wednesday. Optimistic. New plans. New team. New selfies.
Thursday. I am wet. Finally a home-alone morning, noon and afternoon altogether.
The new team works, fixes, repairs and completes in the evening hours. What’s left of sunsets.
As about the daylight, I make love, I take a hot bath, I pose out of it.
Then I wear a tight fancy dress for the decent photo shooting, to share with family and friends from the other side of the fence. Yet, seeing the camera, I can’t help myself.
Friday. Life seems to approach normality. The new team keeps coming the late afternoons. Things move in the right direction. Which is a good start. Another one.
Today. I finally publish a new blog post – short, fragmented. How about fragrance? I can’t actually describe it, that’s the reason for its companion word: fragmented. Because I still look at a shattered window, at the broken pieces of glass all around me.
The prominent scent of sawdust, mixed with the dust of old, still clogs my mind. I wish to break free and to write some more. Tomorrow, next week, in October.