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”