So, it's gone, long gone

So, it's gone, long gone.

The most emerald green river source, the natural Su Gologone spring, 12 hours before/after the flood arrived. There has been so much rain since last night, even the air is wet.

It’s raining hard. The sky is grey, makes the country sad, sad nation.
To feel the heavy drops failling hard and to get wet.
Somehow this drencher evokes an apocalyptic setting.
To run away from the Flood, all together. All sad.

It was something I read some time ago that I liked, by Laure Prouvost (I think)

I was at peace with myself, finally. I don’t need to feel that I need to chase that ‘phantom desire’ anymore. I don’t need to try fixing things that are broken.

It is enough to love someone at a distance.
You can still care about them without being with them. 

I was thinking about the time that I was in love.
I was thinking about the time that I was no longer in love. 

Live now: I read Joan Wasser from Joan As Police Woman wrote about Jeff Buckley the other day:

‘I miss him every single day and am grateful every one of those days that I got to spend the time with him I did. Live now. It’s so much more fun than living in the past or the future. I’ve tried both and neither work. I’m going to keep living now until I’m no longer living. It’s how I witnessed Jeff live. It’s worth it.’