|Off to Paris, wish me luck|
Monday, June 6, 2011
Sometimes all you do is wait. Wait for winter to pass, wait for light to show, wait for what you are waiting for. And so you wait. What do you think of in your waits? What thoughts worry your mind? How does the time pass, she said. Do you know the time when the time passes with you? Are you aware of it? No, she said.