Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Clouds are free
A memory comes to me from far away, 1975. I was in car, coming back from shopping mail, crying. Not enough money, my husband from which I was separating has cleaned our account and I just learned it, he also told me no man will ever look at me again as woman, and I knew I have to go farther anyway.
Suddenly a red stop, the clouds smiled to me, told me there is life after...
There is life after 77 too and after a cataract intervention too. I just have to remember the clouds speaking to me.