sigh. je suis desiree paris. that's right, "i want paris". I loved your post and also felt it fill me with an ache so penetrating and sad. I miss paris; I miss feeling like I just got back from there. When you mentioned last night how many years it's actually been (can it be three, really?) I felt old, and depressingly moored.

On a brighter note, I am having a lovely afternoon, sipping coffee and typing away. I have finished all my assignments for my presentation tonight-yay!-now i am free to move on to grading and more grading...yay...

The sky is a fresh summer blue and clouds are drifty and peaceful, as though they've been that way for months. :) Cheeky bastards. Well, my mom's calling me, better go!