Rainy Sundays

Rainy days, especially rainy Sundays thrill me somewhat. Ah yes, I look forward to the cool days, as I laze around with the Sunday papers (filled with information we won't use much) and good books, and a mug of warm cocoa. Dreamy. Especially when shared.

It has been a whirlwind, an amazingly fulfilling period of time. Yes, I still feel I have much to do. My to-do-list before flying off isn't getting shorter, but it is growing slowly, and I am having a tough time motivating myself and keeping myself in check. The holiday has gotten a bit too long for comfort.

But really, what matters now is I am doing something very important. Perhaps it strikes you when you least expect it. Thrilling it is, warm and comforting at the same time. Colpo di tuono. Thunderstruck.

To think that I thought my life was hurtling into a dangerous direction. I find it funny somehow. Yes, for a while I thought it had potential. Then it died, from disinterest and the waves and waves of what life brings. Rekindled, and it burnt slowly. Now the flames are warm, like a fireplace we seek warmth on cold wintry days. I guess you can never plan when you find what you want, desire, need and love. All at the same time.

A month? Two months? Rollercoaster this has been. Uncertain it was. Now so sure, so strong.

My rainy Sunday mornings dream is coming true.