island tales #64

"now that she's back in the atmosphere
with drops of jupiter in her head...

she acts like summer and walks like rain
reminds me that there's time to change...

since the return from her stay on the moon
she listens like spring and she talks like june...

but tell me.. did you sail across the sun?
did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded?
and that heaven is overrated?

tell me.. did you fall for a shooting star?
one without a permanent scar and
did you miss me while you're looking for yourself out there..."

that's 'drops of jupiter' by train. a very apt song, for me.

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carol left this morning, on an 8.20 flight. quietly woke up at dawn and drove north to pick her up, quietly put her bags in my car, quietly drove to the airport, we had a nice quiet breakfast there, and she quietly left.

and i guess she's becoming more cunning than i am... after she left, i found a card addressed to me in my glove compartment, with a cute little monkey attached. :) shall put it on my monitor to as a little souvenir of her visit to penang.

and now, life goes on.