Through the wrong end of a telescope

A story about memories, , , , .

Written on le Wednesday 18 April 2012.

I look through the window. And this is all I see. Rain and trees that snow.

The very spectacle of April happening before my eyes. But no matter how breathless it makes me feel – every single year – I somehow wish for more.
A more I can’t quite define. A more that is so far and unreachable I sometimes wonder if it was real.

I have a cake in the oven. Of the self-saucing kind. It promises all sorts of wonderful.

See you in a bit.

Give me more:

2 Comments

  1. like a strawberry milk » The end – Coffee and chocolate self-saucing cake
    Apr 18, 2012

    [...] end. Of this that [...]

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  2. Lucia
    Apr 21, 2012

    Flowers falling like snow are of the best kind. Love Spring and self-saucing cakes.

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