having a late dinner yesterday I kept asking myself: “was it a stupid idea to come?” you’ve made it pretty clear before that you didn’t want to see me, or talk to me, or even text me.
I came nevertheless, and I still think it was the right thing to do.
Posts Tagged as ‘rain’
November 5, 2008
the final supper
I take a shower to warm up after my daylong stroll in the rain. Then I dress again. I am hungry. I don’t think food will kill this hunger, but I go out again nevertheless.
It’s going to be a long night.
November 4, 2008
the river reaches out for the restaurant
It’s Esme weather. She always liked rain. During summer, the hot days with blue sky and sun and such were torturing her. Now, the sky is grey, cloudy, air filled with the premonition of rain at first, then with its realization. And she is not there with me to enjoy it.