A few minutes until lunch time. It couldn’t come quick enough. Thinking of curling up with my laptop and writing. Dreaming of being far away from reality. It’s rainy, dark, cloudy. So perfect for this kind of creativity. I wish I had more time to write, of course. So many stories bounce around in my head, but then I get caught in the web of every day life. The voices from my alter-universe call from a distance but sometimes it’s so hard to hear them with the cacophony of traffic, business chatter, phones ringing, printers, fax machines, the sounds of fingers clacking against keyboards..
How I miss you, Isabel.. Marciel.. Father Dulante…and yes, even you Father Raphael..