Monday, May 1, 2017

distant memory - heat

Brucie just sent me this picture of our hike around St. Jean Cap Ferrat. It was hot; the sun was relentless. Nearly a month later on the other side of the world, the sky is grey, it's chilly and pouring with rain, and I'm in Bruce's bed feeling terrible. I'd rather be the woman in the picture. Sigh.


  1. I'd rather be there too -- as I sit at my desk and watch the rain. Again.

  2. Let's all go to NICE! Enough rain. Mind you - it finally stopped and the sunset is glittering over the water. Pretty damn pretty.