it is almost 7:00 in the evening here. as of late, this time slot has become a significant ring of the bell tower as i have given up smoking before this time. in an ideal world, i am only allowing myself to smoke for two hours thereafter. but then again, it is never really the world that we want it to be.
the procession moves right along. the vacation is definitely finished. the residual markings of a lackadaisical mind frame meandering about beaches, salty waves or even the back streets of the tuscan capital have but diminished to the now certified routine of daily trains and the weekend jaunt to bobo's apartment: away from the daunting heaviness of the north.
but alas, the second love of my life and my muse will be here in week. there is a god. although i heard that she missed her flight and had to leave the next day, i am sure she will have recuperated from any loss by the time she makes it down here. it has been over a year since i have seen niamh. and it is indeed time.
