Monday, June 11, 2012

165:365:2012


I am made of rain
fresh drops on the forest floor
and misty mornings

*****

But I am trying to soak up the beauty that is this desert.
While I definitely long for other places... 
I realize that this is where I am... and where I'm likely to be...
until we can sell our house ... find a job... pay off debt... 
all those wonderful things that must be satisfied...
>>sigh<<

Fortunately ( and for the sake of my sanity )...
BAJ has booked us a flight to a wonderful WET place for the end of June.
And I am anxious to go.