thunder thunder.

it's 5:06am. i leave marias home in about an hour, and i leave madrid in 4. i still haven't been to sleep.

i just said goodbye to periko about 30 minutes ago. it was hard. really hard.

it's thundering outside. it's the perfect sort of thunder, too. gentle but still strong.

instead of sleeping, i'm sitting. reading. waiting. and i read something from a poetry book that i was given last summer at the farm that my friend joy wrote. i want to share it. because it's absolutely perfect.

actually, before i came to spain, and when i was questioning whether or not i should come, we were talking about poetry in my small group. so i made everyone get up on a table and read something. i chose this poem, not even really thinking about it. and by the end of the poem, i was crying..in front of everyone..completely unexpected. but now i understand why. thanks, holy spirit.

under the spanish sun

her heart began to breathe

of legendary fairytales

and wildly tossed blue seas

under the spanish sun

her hope was brought to life

of paths that led through forests

and faintly lit dark nights

under the spanish sun

her dream was rising new

of undetermined footprints

and thoughts that danced in few

under the spanish sun

she loved herself again.

-joy collins.

(thanks joy. love you.)

adiossssss. :)

next time i write to you, i will be italian.

-brooke.