We sped down a clear freeway this morning. The sky was bright with an unearthly translucence that was almost blinding.
All tagged places
Daydreaming
My daughter and I headed out early this morning, a day packed with activities ahead of us. I took my usual place behind the wheel, admittedly somewhat frazzled due to all the preparations I had undertaken at a rather early hour.
Travelling Light
Los Angeles has come back to life with a roar these past two weeks, stirring memories of our first joyous encounter with this city many moons ago. We noticed the change whilst in the car on a weekday afternoon.
Dreams For Sale
The scent of honeysuckle was strong on the breeze this morning as I dropped my daughter off for an hour under a grey sky. Rain is arriving back in LA tomorrow and I couldn’t be happier.
Easy Answers?
We are hours away from the beginning of the new month and I sit gazing at my Parisian calendar, dreaming of different times.
Adeste Fideles
The rain is falling softly outside as the afternoon stretches into the night before Christmas. While our winter wonderland might not be white, the spirit of Christmas is strong in our hearts.
Music of Memory
Life in the City of Dreams ebbs and flows. I was in the car one evening on the way to Inglewood I think; a drive I’ve sat through more than twice.
Looking At Time
We took that trip to see more of America. Early one morning we bundled into my husband’s car, children, bags, dog and all, leaving home in the rear view mirror, at least for a while.
Shapes Of Time
Heading out from Rouffignac before dawn on a darkly foggy road, we leave the lights of summer weeks spent with those dear to us behind.
Moments
We walk together through the airport inside the silence. Disorientated after a long flight we move into the customs hall passing through space normally crowded. Suddenly we find ourselves outside, driving through a beloved city in the middle of a sunny day.
Through the Water
I breathed a quiet sigh of relief this morning. The day dawned grey and cool with a hint of drizzle on the air. We’ve had a string of particularly hot days where our air conditioning has been running day and night. We’ve all resembled wilting flowers more than anything else and the walls of our lovely house have seemed about to close in on us from all directions at times.
A French Holiday: Part II
We sat on the terrace yesterday evening by the swimming pool long after night had fallen and the silhouettes of the tall trees in the distance could be seen in inky black definition against the dark sky. There was a definite chill creeping in on the air; a reminder that the season of autumn with its cooler cast of characters waits in the wings and a signal that, all too soon, our summer idyll will draw to a close for this year.