Dreary English rain, for the last week solid. And who knows before that, for before that I was in Morocco. And, because life’s like that, I was there wishing for rain. Well here you are, your dreams have come true and now you’re desperate for a bit of sunshine. We always want what we can’t have, and then, when we get it, it’s never enough… Contentment is the secret to happiness in life, but then, the moment you’re content you’re complacent and the beauty in life is replaced by… by what? By the commonplace? But then if you’re content with the commonplace, it becomes the beautiful. Right? So what am I trying to say? That I’m not content? But I am. For now. It’s just I know that somewhere along the line this won’t be enough. And who knows if anything will ever be enough? Maybe we just drift forever, hoping to reach that place where we say ‘Here, here life is good.’ And then we drink to the health of the world. And maybe I’ll find that. Maybe here in Oxford on the banks of the river, or in a chalet in the French Alps, or somewhere, anywhere, on the ocean. Some place where the cold, refreshing water crashes over you in waves, and the wind whips the salt spray in your face… For that’s always been my heaven. Wherever it is. Cali, Cornwall, Hawaii, Morocco… or the South Pacific, when I finally make it there and marry my Tahitian princess. And maybe then I’ll be truly content, for I’ll live no longer in this world, but in my dreams. Shyah. Like they’re always telling me: ‘In your dreams Davey, in your dreams.’
It’s stopped raining.
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