The winds that smell of cold

Fasting is difficult when the winds reek of cold and wet. They pierce the skin and clamp firmly on the bones - and slowly, they spread and mutate - turning you into a human iceberg from the INSIDE OUT..

Sorry for the dramatics, its just that fasting in Duesseldorf makes me crave water - WARM WATER...and lakes and lakes of it.

I was reading my sister's blog and it occured to me that her style of writing is damned good. Her vocabulary far surpasses my own. I guess this happens when once decides to answer the maternal call and be a stay-at-home mom. The brain gets fuzzy...your vocab gets more elementary....I came across some old faxes that I had written way back when I was a rat in the rat pack. I was stunned - Did I know all those words at the time? The flow of words, the precision, the clear intent....powerful stuff

I had meant to throw all my office stuff away but now I have decided to hold on to it. One day when I find people talking partonizingly to me or rustle my hair and say "Don't let your pretty head worry about things like that" - I will delve these old faxes, reports, financial figures and prove to myself "Thank God! I wasn't always stupid"

Maybe its just the thirst talking....just 8 hours more to go - a walk in the park...