the big rains are here. mountains in the sky and purple storms abound. the night sky flickers with lightening, close and far. kilimanjaro is sprinkled in snow and i am glad that i'm not anywhere near the top.
camping on the hill has been abandonned because pk has chicken pox. so that's that then.
i am headed to west meru tommorrow to go and visit a good friend. she lives in a tent on stilts, just underneath the jagged peaks of meru, with sweeping vistas of northern maasailand. she's a writer and a hunter. we will sit late into the night, telling stories of love and ghosts while the wind howls outside and her dogs lie curled next to the fireplace. we'll right all the wrongs of the world and our hearts. we'll laugh about things in the past, grow wide eyed about things today and whisper about things to come whilst we sip her swedish liquorice vodka.
i will fall sleep, warm and safe, in the guest hut, with the windows jam packed with stars or storms, lulled by the wind and dream extraordinary and impossible things.
toodely old toot, y'all. bisous X.X.X. tender dream tinted ones. x j