Sunlight-Colored Roses

I avoid posting when I am in a perfectionist mood. I am sloppy, messy, irresponsible, with the chores not done. I’m procrastinating on getting home.

Last night I lay awake picturing the sun-baked pagodas lying in Pagan, Burma. I could feel warm wind on my face and an expanse where I was surrounded by ruins, and there was no one but me just lying there in the grass. I pictured the sky as warm and sunny, but with deep clouds thickening over the plain of ruins. The rainy season coming.

I started my Pimsleur Korean today seriously. I want to be there. I would do anything to be there. I’m not dreaming any longer. It’s time to do things.