Green rain
Kuching, Malaysia.
The humidity dampens the desire to move, motivation of any kind thoroughly drenched by the onslaught of heavy tropical rain. Water floods all consciousness, soaks memory's skin, and erodes all sense of time.
My mother has a marvellous garden. It is from here that I grew a love for non-flowering, leafy greens and dainty flowers.
Coffees and conversations about nothing in particular, grateful to be under a roof on wet, rainy afternoons.
Posted by sniffles at February 14, 2002 05:52 PM