Like any other morning, a burst of morning light seeping through the bedroom window shifted my internal clock, reminding me of the world outside. Despite the misery in my head, I could not get myself to go back to sleep. Twenty minutes after an analgesic and antihistamine, I was good to go. So, I had lunch and scrubbed in.
A couple of hours ago, I sent Emer a message. After all, I did miss both of them. Idris wrote more often, Emer usually sent short notes with artwork. You cannot imagine how pleased I was when I received her reply.
You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star.
-Nietzsche
All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
-Pablo Picasso
Rambling Gypsy
