Here it is again... wee hours of the morning and I can't sleep for all the thoughts in my brain.
What are you doing this weekend?
I so desperately need to concentrate on my happy place. I am trying to picture myself on cliffs edge, sitting there cross legged, concentrating on the feel of the warm west wind caressing my face and playing with my hair. What scent does this breeze bring me? Hot with the tantelizing smell of a summer rain on the way. I hear the rustling of leaves behind me. Is it just the wind playing in the trees or something more?
