Not my house, but still, a house.
Somewhere in this pile of hours there is a life and I remember it – well lived (or well enough) just days ago, on an island off the coast of Venezuela.
Buried now. Pulverized and scattered in banks of chin-high snow.
How I miss my hours in the sun!
Hey, considering you missed the worst of the cold and snow, and enjoyed what looked like paradise instead, no kvetching allowed!
ReplyDelete(However, you could bend the rules a little and post some rejected Tobago pictures instead of snow and ice. We wouldn't mind.)
Barry