A prodigal comes home
Thunderstorms over Madrid tonight. It was a grey day, with thick, smoke-colored clouds hanging low, touching the tops of the massive dwellings. It was the kind of day that made me realize how much I missed and needed the rain, the reminder that nature exists beyond spotless, blindingly blue skies. The rain breathed new life back into stifling, stagnant air. Continue reading “A prodigal comes home”
Deep thoughts, shallow thoughts
I do my best thinking in the shower. As the water runs down my face and pools around my feet, I somehow gain a new perspective. Things become clearer. But living alone during the quarantine has meant those moments have become decidedly fewer and farther between. Continue reading “Deep thoughts, shallow thoughts”
Listlessness vs. Gratitude: round 1
The first week has dragged on. Almost to the point where at times it’s hard to believe that the clock is even advancing at all. I spend the days ping-ponging between feeling a frantic need to be productive and letting myself succumb to the stupor of this house arrest. Continue reading “Listlessness vs. Gratitude: round 1”
Lines
Every night before 8 it starts. The noise penetrates my bedroom window. The sound of a thousand hoof beats or maybe the beginnings of a wild street party born of defiance. But by now, I recognize the call and I join automatically, almost as if I don’t have a choice. Continue reading “Lines”
The Rambling Traveler 