The thing is... One needs to feel it. Well, it wasn't lack of feeling. It was more the "I'm in a new relationship and you may all sod off". But it does sound much better when I go high brow and loftily declare "one must feel the words".
Erm. No. One must feel the perfect cigar that's been lined up with excellent midnight convos and a bit of Navan... Oh dear, I digressed. Anywho, the words come when they come, and sometimes they are best unshared. Judgement call? Fearing 'Sods law'?
Just at the moment I am doing the "in Napa Valley Being a Tourist, and crowbaring in Romance" thing... Bloody brilliant good fun, but it's the winding roads and simple moments that find and hold me. It's sitting in the floor of the St. Helena library, reading Philip Sidney... It's sitting on a random wall in San Francisco, smoking a fine cigar, and meeting the locals. It's sneaking down a corridor in a winery... For no other reason than the fact the door was unlocked. It's sitting on a porch in Sacramento, badly pouring vinho verde, while discussing the world...
Being a tourist is fun... Experiencing life is better. Doing this with someone who gets you? Bloody priceless. ( no, MasterCard did not pay me to say that)
Try it, y'all. Slow down and do something...different.
Lovin' y'all ( some of y'all anyway) from the soapbox,
L xx
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