Another View

I was talking of dreaming.

Paris, the city was the topic of conversation. I don’t mind dreaming of Paris, as little as I know of it after a visit of only 3 days. What a happy visit that was, even if my feet nearly fell off from all the walking. Oh yes, I walk around here quite a lot, but that could never prepare me for being on my feet for twelve hours. With a short rest for a coffee and croissant here and there every now and then!

And then there was Paris, the girl.

I have never, with one exception, dreamt of a girl I know. Not even one that I don’t know, but whom I admire. So, dreams are a figment of the imagination, not to be taken seriously. Because if I took them that way, life would be much too complicated. Ever since I resolved on this, my dreams have improved and I quite look forward to going to sleep to see what is going to happen during the hours of  shut eye.

Usually it’s nothing I remember.

Well, sort of!

Sunny that is – even if there are people who think I only sort of live!

There is one difference that I noted in the way rain falls in this country and the way it falls in France. Here it pelts down like a demented freak. In France it falls gently out of the sky, but if you have a modest sized umbrella, you can get away without getting wet.

That is, in the three days that I was in France. But then, perhaps, I was so intrigued at seeing all the wonderful sights and enjoying all the magnificent buildings and history that I didn’t notice getting wet. It is, generally the sort of thing one would notice. After all, we are not designed to live in the water. Even if skin is waterproof . . . for a while. I don’t know how long it takes for skin to start leaking, but I should imagine that most of us would be past caring at that stage.

I can see that this post isn’t really going anywhere, so I will sign off and carry on dreaming of Paris.

The town or the girl, it makes little difference. As long as the girl is pretty, that is.

It will take time.

But, with a little luck and a lot of perseverance there will eventually be something sensible written on this blog. When I have established, a) how to work it and b) some method of writing what is of interest to a reader.

After all, just any old rubbish won’t do. Why should I hope that anybody would read on if that were to be the only content?

So, once I have found my way around a little . . .