The day went by,
unfolding as it may,
which wasn't my own.
I had ideas that did not bloom:
The rain prevented the brocante,
I burnt the chocolate cake,
and had thoughts that circled around looking for a way out.
Sacha was home, stressing out about things I could not change.
French Husband was in need of a long sleep on a beach with distant sounds to lull him.
Chelsea is in Casablanca attending a wedding... her photos via Facebook made me wander far, wishing I could be there too.
The day unfolded, petal by petal, with a thorn or two, reminding me to breath in that which is at hand and honor it for what it is...