Wednesday, March 27, 2002
I love the weather these days. The afternoons are a testimony to Hell's Fury. The nights ( pre-midnight ) feature strong gales and ridiculous winds - the kind which blow clothes off the clothesline away to the sea. The only real comfort are the nights ( post-midnight ), just before the head hits the pillow. Unfortunately, that moment is usually too short, that moment of exquisite deliciousness as the whole body relaxes. These are the times we live in in Georgetown.