C43 Two years

Strong winds are blowing in Andalusia, Spain. The air is not so fresh, but very refreshing. I looked at the land because I was now at the height of the rocks. I opened both my hands, then savored every stroke in my hair.

Well, two years ago. It’s been two years since I’ve been able to rest. Two years but my heart is still beating for one person. It seems that in those two years