Paris

Two days in Paris with my cousin Steffy. I am excited, finally. I haven’t been looking forward to this trip till now. It will be good to spend time with family and Paris has always been good to me. How many times have I been? I lose count - 10, 11, 20, 23, in 2008 and now as 2010 comes to a close. I know there will be more; I have yet to make Paris my own.

Sometimes I think I may be a wandering spirit, destined to roam this earth, with no hope of finding rest or standing still. Sometimes I feel like the wind, never the same and always moving.

It started snowing this morning as I left Evonne’s. The tiniest snowflakes caught on my black wool coat. Looking out the window, I see white rain falling gently down. Will Paris meet me with snow?

Paris, je t’aime. Je te manqué.