Every morning, you kick your linens, rise in your nakedness and hit the shower to get some wetness. And that’s it about the title.
This morning I walked away from Sheba, at Nalya, as she was being towed to have her gearbox replaced. In that moment I was sad. Because it doesn’t matter how long it takes, a time comes when we have to accept that the car is old now. That that suit has seen its number of days. That the shoe needs to be changed. That one must hit the “R” button and refresh themselves.
This has been a prevailing mental state for a while now. This craving for refreshment. An end to a 5-year cycle. A beginning of something new. Something better. Hope. Optimism.
They say that when it rains, it pours. I have seen a few showers in the recent past… some think, it is just…
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