I am in traffic on the way to the hotel. There are officially 3 lanes of traffic but sometimes 4 across. we have container trucks on both sides and it feels as if we are in a moving tunnel. the sky is dark with smog and clouds. There' an opening in the traffic and the driver makes a break for it. We are moving again at a good pace, buildings getting taller as we approach the Hotel. the driver is playing a Bryan Adams CD. Cuts like a knife.
Blogger has done a good job for blackberry with this site. i've been technologically (or rather techno-illogically) challenged this morning. so am pleased that this works.
I am constantly amazed at the kindness of strangers, even little things (friendly greeting from grocery checkout, collection item gift in mystery manor). Your descriptions of everything are quite evocative and I enjoy your writing style. The music is what strikes me, love that. I remember hearing Dylan when we visited the Cliffs of Moher...
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