Today, Sofiia got me a collection of hot sauce bottles as a birthday gift. Guess this is what I get for saying there’s no spice around here. She decided to give them to me before we leave for Odesa tomorrow.
The weather is pregnant with water and heat and sunshine, and quite frankly doesn’t know what do with itself. Drops of rain drizzle on my shoulder as I ponder the oppressive heat and humid clouds outside my window. Thunder flirts with my ears in the distance. The view is always relaxing from up here, high above the problems of the world.
Maybe I’ll stay for a just a moment longer.
In the butchered words of a character from some Stephen King novel, “It’s days like this that I wish I still smoked.”
Of course, I still smoke, but only when I buy a pack for a barbecue or party or night-on-the-town. Today, I sip my coffee and stare out into space with hopeless wonder, no cigarette to keep my feet on the ground. But there’s something to be said for hopeless wonder. Being too grounded can get old for a wind spirit like me.
But at least now I have hot sauce!
So… let’s get give a stellar shoutout to the sexy, stupendous, superbly-super Sonya!
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