The emptiness that settles in upon my languid soul perplexes me.
Earlier in the day I made so bold to tell the colorful stranger at the open-air market that, if I were any happier, I would require a spike driven through my head. She smiled politely and nodded her assent to my overt manifestation of loving life and everything about it and, consequently, everyone occupying some little space on the planet. Or, smaller still, at the market. I was bitten by je ne sais quoi ... mad but loving it. Senora (who probably understood nothing of what I gushed) turned back to squeezing the tomatoes. Ah, the simple life!
I feel all squeezed out and cannot account for it.
It was too much to hope for - at long last, a holiday! It was pressed upon me as a gift (all expenses paid, of course!) and nothing demanded of me but to soak in, alternately, the cool blue of the infinite sea and the crackling heat of the desert.
I'm happy again.
I think....