I am nomad. Hear me roar.


Thursday, 4 November 2010

Blown Away

There was just something in the air that day. I'd been planning to do laundry, I'd been planning to do chores, I'd been planning to be domestic all day.

But, there was something in the air, something playful, riding on the wind. Something called out, enticed, a Siren's song, like the clever North Wind in Chocolat.

I scattered my plans to the four winds and set sail, with very little idea of where I would be blown to.

I found myself in Temma.

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