Pilgrims

Cabin Fever. Listless limbs, walking in ever decreasing circles, Not sure which is thicker outside, the rain or the mosquitoes. Eyes flash at each other, What did you say. The phone rings - its' the outside world greeted with desperate smiles, kids are climbing the walls, literally, Itchy bites in intimate areas are my new amigas. Soggy shoes and moist salt, the planes are all grounded. Gabriel and I jumped ship two nights ago, our lounge room is a swimming pool. puddles came seeping through the floor, true story... I almost danced with a murderer the other night, thank goodness for knowlegable companions. Eventually the sun will burst through, Evaporate those clouds, Shine into eyes dry out, things, fry those mf mosquitoes. Missing the dry and appreciating the troughs so I can enjoy the trip back up xxx Wish you were here. hehe Pura Vida