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Nr. 17

Summer and spring so far has been filled with sunny days and temperatures resembling those more suited for tropical places. I’m leaving the lake cabin today to go back home, and as much as I enjoy to amuse over life’s irony, I couldn’t help feeling a little stung by today’s heavy rain. Especially since I’m taking the bus home which means walking for 30min to the stop with no umbrella! 

I didn’t sleep last night, but I am surprisingly upbeat and awake still. I might crash out early tonight though which may reset my inner clock. The reason was quite simply that I missed my mother and sister. It wasn’t depression or a low, “just” good old fashioned grief. But it was enough to make me slightly tip into the side of me that strongly wants to distance myself from people in fear of losing them. However, this is perhaps a subject I’ll take on another day. 


Ok, feet...let’s go outside and embrace that rain with a smile. 

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