It's my favourite time of the year. Leaves turn colours, their dry scent carried on cool breezes. Except that I am in Rabat and it's in the high thirties, and I am a sweaty, stinky mess. Nevertheless, it's autumn, and there's the botanical garden with some leaves to crunch through— plus the streets near the Peace Corps building have nice, big piles of yellow. No sweaters, no scarves, no hygge— yet.
I wait for the weather to turn.
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Samantha, I'm about to call it a day after a night of catching up on computer-related tasks. But before switching off, I choose Harika over some news site. Thanks for your steadiness. I know, life is fragile, we are fragile. But we are strong --and that is why I tune in. Thank you.
I thought of you and your blog last night when I saw "Kedi" a wonderful film about the cats of Istanbul and the web of humans who depend on them.
Thank you Rob! I am glad that you tune in. Things are going so slowly on the blog front, but it's on my mind to try and add a post every now and then...
I haven't seen "Kedi"— I'll have to check it out! Goodness the amount of cats in Istanbul is madness.
There is magic and healing in some of that Istanbul cat-madness! Love your blue cities!
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