… everything is just fine.
There is snow on the (faraway) mountains.
The house is not too damaged.
And the small dog that had swallowed our cat Mioche was kind and spat him out. In one piece. And alive.
So.
Nothing to complain about, really.
(except about the road…)
I am stuck in a hotel in Fez (not the nicest hotel by the way), and I have to go to work (can you imagine ?). The rain won’t stop and keeps me far from home.
But my mind often wanders north of the city, in Ouled Mgatel.
And if I had wings, maybe I would see…
the turkeys bossing everybody
a gecko haunting the house at night
the silent inhabitants of the garden do their job
the cabbages and the lettuces I sowed before the rain grow, grow…
our little neighbor and his sheep, too close to our house if you ask me (they love our garden)
and the cat Mioche, of course, being his own self.
