Paix.

Sunday morning rain is falling
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable

Swiss broadcasts over the radio
British Airways planes land
I’m getting accustomed to the flavor of instant coffee.
The white alder sheds little flakes of gold in the wind as waves of clouds blow across the lake. Miniature lemon muffins. I wonder why I can’t write anymore. The words used to float through my head, constant variety, an incessant stream of consciousness. Now it’s like a stream of containment, a tiny thread of electrical wire that encircles my thoughts and stifles freedoms. These freedoms a manifest destiny compels me to embrace. I sip my coffee. Wonder what life would be like on amphetamines. Ponder plots for my novel. Ponder plots for my life. I wonder what life will be like in the winter in this strange land of double cheek kisses and baguettes. The rain pours.

Shopping list:
a. instant coffee to resupply the household’s. i may want to disguise how much i actually drink
b. yarn. the knitting season appears to begin in august here.
c. boots. perhaps two pair. ideally Hunters & something cute. with a heel.
d. swiss chocolate
e. postcards
f. stamps
g. transformer
h. BOOKS.

"There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief
"There's too much confusion", I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.

"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late".

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

So much has changed. So much remains.

1:40 AM. France.
No more treadmil, stairmaster, elliptical. No more burrittos. Homesick for California, coffee, and carpeting.
It rains. They play jazz. They eat croissants for breakfast. I feel empty empty full. More soon. God knows I'll have time.