Unpacking
The suitcase has been emptied and stored away in the cupboard - on a shelf I can barely reach without the aid of a chair - to be taken out when travel next beckons. Clean clothes put away into the wardrobe that contains even more clothes - I really need to go through these to sort out what I never wear anymore.
Some garments still smell of Montreal, of warmth indoors and cold outdoors, some hint of the smoky cafes of Paris.
I listened to Rachmaninov, lacking in sleep and the ability to sleep. Slowly, my physical senses re-align with the realities my mind holds, my heart in front of a fireplace, basking in the friendliness of its flames.
Posted by sniffles at February 18, 2002 06:54 PM