It’s cold. It’s Grey. I keep saying the same thing day in day out… Although, we did have a sunny day a couple of days ago. Two whole hours of a little shy sun that kept playing hide and seek with our minds.
Today is Sunday. Rest day. Brunch day… But what can you do when it continuously rains outside and you can only see the lower half of the Eiffel tower, plus the new hair-do will get all fizzy the second I set foot outside. Boring ! So instead we tidy. We reorganize. We clean. We pamper and we watch brainless Sunday TV.
Paris has been this way since I got back from over-heated Africa… While one side gets too much of it all, the other is seriously underachieving…
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It’s cold. It’s Grey. I keep saying the same thing day in day out… Although, we did have a few hours of sunshine today. A whole afternoon of a little sun that kept playing hide and seek with our minds.
Today is Tuesday. Work day. Busy day… We shouldn’t even have time to pay attention to the state of the skies… But we do. I do. May you be born, like I am, in an overheated part of the world where sun and warmth are delivered to you in a baby bottle, an adoptive place such as this in a continuous Grey atmosphere, can sometimes be tough to handle.
Some of you who may know my past may ask me “But how did you make it through your years in Sweden if this seems so unbearable ?!”… To that question I have a simple answer : I was too young to remember and probably too young to care !
In any case, I may write again tomorrow and start by saying ; It’s cold. It’s Grey. I keep saying the same thing day in day out… But I won’t, as tomorrow, it will be cold. It will be Grey. And I will keep saying the same thing day in day out for the next, probably, few weeks… So sun, if you hear my prayers, please come back… I miss you !!
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