I thought I escaped the heat when I made the trip to Europe from the equator.
Today, I found out:
the escape was when I came back to the equator
and it is 45degrees in France.
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In life, we really don’t know what exactly we are escaping from or venturing towards. There is always that perceived goal and there is always that divine hand. Shrugs. Knotty thoughts.
Well. Enjoy the weekend while I can, and then it’s off to Japan again. All will be good. Well, then again, everything will always be divinely perfect.