Monday, February 23, 2009

Remnants of summer

I miss you.


And the little droplets of water pelted on her soft tender skin as she wheeled through the drizzle in a scooter holding the driver tightly, experiencing the other side of the world. Of tasting fresh water prawns, barbecued to perfection, more so appreciating the effort thrown in more than anything else. Candlelight with red wine. Little bits and pieces adds up to a perfect puzzle.

I am, truly touched.