AN ELEPHANT ON THE ROOF

Hi,

rain is pouring down. There’s an island called Iceland where a bed is quilt and a quilt is mattress. I’m not falling asleep because my bed is a wooden floor and there are people knocking on my door. It makes me dream funny dreams. And when I wake up I am more than happy with a glass of orange juice and a cup of tea. I’m staring at a ceiling with no holes and on the floor from which I sing I lay down covered with a bag of clothes and a tiny hope that tomorrow the sun will knock on my window. I can’t complain, I have a suitcase filled with sunglasses to keep my eyes from burning. On the roof there’s an elephant running for water, but he can’t get to the ocean because I fenced him in. By the way – an elephant isn’t the worst thing to have when the waves build…

Be thankful. Every day is a gift:)

-robert (January 8, 2005)

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