Sunday, October 16, 2005

A sort of sunny day.

I don't know if it's because Allen is away and I am alone in the house on my day off.
I'm having a great lunch, it's a nice 27 degrees and sunny outside, and I'am meeting up with friends later this afternoon.
I have a big exciting week planned, and everything is going great.

But today, I really miss my friends. My Canadian friends.
Don't get me wrong, I do have great friends here, but it's not the same.



I miss my best friend.



That's all for today.

2 Comments:

Blogger S said...

yeah, I get that feeling too...

8:19 PM  
Blogger pappidou said...

we do too...
those pix are really nice. Beaudelaire, the french poet, said that the worst thing for a poet (him in particular) is the great difficulty - if not the impossibility - to find the exact words to describe such a beautiful sky...
and when I look at this, I often think of the words that another poet, philosopher from the 17th century said :
« Je ne puis songer que cette horloge marche et n'ait point d'horloger ». (Voltaire)

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10:38 PM  

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