I can’t stand the rain against my window bringing back sweet memories
The sky opened up early morning in New Orleans and the deluge began – bringing with it cats and dogs, memories that make your blood run cold, thoughts that make the blood steam up, longings, regret, hunger, satiety, remorse, wisdom, pain and joy.
Proust had a madeline – I have rain but can’t get in bed and write the stream like he did so I settle for short blog entries – call it a new world.