Such an interesting weather to have, to hear and to watch. The sound of the rain as it battles the windows energizes me as much as a brisk shower would. I have more sense though than to go out and brave the elements at the moment but as soon as a ray of sun and the blue sky opens up: to the park I go, grabbing Gaia and my camera and here we go. All the foliage is turning right now. Not yet at it's peak but already colorful. The rain intensifies the autumnal colors and I go through them like an intruder with my dark clothes. It is not Warren, Pennsylvania but that will do. The park is full of life, dogs and their walkers, squirrels, ducks, seagulls... The soil is covered with the leaves giving their last breath, their last heart beats, their last hurrahs. I also see future lives in the horse chestnuts, the acorns, the maple seeds with their little wings. So much to see, so much to absorb. I am walking faster to try to bring some warmth into my body. It is crisp and clean. Everything looks so defined and pure. The sun rays disappear once again, dark clouds form in the massive menacing horizon. Time to go. Home again. The sound of the rain as it battles the windows soothes me and it is time to curl up in the big chair with a throw around me and pick up that new book, don't you think?
Far from being on the street I am still Homeless. My things are still in storage and for how long that is a good question. I am being productive in searching for a house but we are not ready yet to make a move on any of my finds so not much hope right there. So much of who I am is packed, just as my stuff is packed. It is bad enough to be derooted from my land, family and friend, it is another to have only my memories to keep me grounded. So here I am trying to work it out with a good attitude, making this present tense not so tense. I have been spoiled most of my life and I should be content with my perfect state right now. I have been teased with this little European vacation and I want more. Greed again. Do you know how much stronger the feelings of losses are than the ones of welbeing? I do embrace the strong feelings as it is making me feel so much alive. Drama queen maybe, maybe just in love with the Drama, the Opera, the Passion, the Love with a bit L I am trying to channel them into writings and images. A bit scattered most of the time but that also illustrates who I am. An eternal romantic wondering the pages turned and turned and turned again in search of the impossible without a concrete plan nor sticking to the list.