It is a good moment just before the water boils, when I can hear the chaotic beating of a summer thunderstorm. Then, for a few seconds, the steam rises and the water rolls until I switch off the electric kettle and lift it carefully, and pour the scalding water over two helpless tea bags.
7 December, 2004
sacrifice (life)
I can’t wait to spend these times with you again when I return home.
Just can’t wait
– posted by will ( 7 december, 2004 @ 5:15 pm)