Ascending through grey
Slicing sad, foreboding clouds.
Miracle of flight
I’m struggling a bit with blogging at the minute. All the zap seems to have gone out of me. It’s natural enough, I suppose. I hate these grey skies and Dad’s loss has left an emptiness. The day I left Faro was one of the longest in my life. The sky itself felt full of sorrow, and I both wanted, but dreaded, to be home again. But down on the Praia life went on. A battle with the elements that held me captive for a few sweet moments.
If there’s one thing you can rely on it’s that Thursday’s Special, and that Paula will do her best to make it so. Thanks, lovely lady.