the missing of it

where ever i plan to have my house, it must be beside/near a large body of water. even if i never place a foot in it, i just feel better when water is around.

it's raining outside and i love it.
i have a sunglass tan line.
there's sand still in my purse.
and i cried a little in the bathroom before we left yesterday morning. not a sobbing cry, just a few tears. it was completely involuntary and i had no idea why it happened. i felt immediate stupidity, splashed my face in the sink, and put my sunglasses back on.

 

In Islamic cultures, heaven is symbolized by running water and green plants. These two things are often found in the classic homes (at least among the wealthy) in these societies. I for one find that this symbol resonates very strongly with me: I love greenery, and I love the sound of running water.

A few months ago, I took a trip to Tofino. Basically imagine a temperate rainforest right on the Pacific coast. Heaven, in other words.

 

There's a lake in my backyard and another one within walking distance of me. I love living on an isthmus!