Highs and lows

Riding the highs and trudging through the lows like shoes caked in sticky mud.  It’s both interesting and maddening to me how some moments can hang on for dear life while others shoot through you like bolts of lightning.  The bad feelings and the good, respectively of course.  As we came to learn through middle school English class, “nothing gold can stay.” I left Alicante … Continue reading Highs and lows

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”