And so summer moved with both swiftness and finality. The days weather decided to mimic the expectations July promised, was I either bed ridden at home or in the hospital. And the days I felt energy getting replenished, the storms, clouds and rain drew in over the low countries. I remained as pale as the spirits stalking my dreams.
Eventually the wound healed and the pain transitioned into a faint memory. I started training, eating, consuming life that had beguiled and tempted me but never getting close enough to extend its hand. I was on the way back. I don’t think I realised I was approaching the annual birthday until a few days before. But celebration came, dinners, birthday presents, champagne and flowers.
What a year.
H reminded me….what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
Now did it?
Waking up….my skin has taken on a translucent grey….Did I tell you I need a holiday?
…presents for the bday girl
…more gorgeous flowers
…and cake for a special morning