The view of the bay, from my office window, was beautiful, today. Silver and grey, flat as glass. As smooth as polished stone. Shimmering in the day light.
It looked magical. Translucent. Glowing.
Of course, the rain blew in and ruined all of that.
It was Manny's birthday today. I called him, he didn't answer. I sang happy birthday into his answering machine. I haven't seen much of him, lately.
2 comments:
Thats nice of you to sing happy birthday. Are you looking forward to your vietnam trip, how long you going for.Your post eight things you never told anyone. The one about being mistaken for a bank robber, how quirky, do you know what happened in the end.
I'm going to Vietnam and I can't wait. I haven't been over seas for a long time. I'm going for two glorious weeks. Let's hope the terrorists stay in the UK.
As far as I know, the bank robbery remains unsolved.
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