This morning I really wish I played the accordion. I also wish I smoked a pipe and played chess on Sundays. I wish I still had my childhood collection of marbles and I wish I had an understanding of good, aged wine. I wish my afternoon lunch consisted of freshly sliced apples and pears with fried goat cheese and candied walnuts. I wish I walked down cobbled streets on my way to work at a musty used book shop. I wish I paid the woman with the flower stand small gold coins for bouquets of daisies that would sit in the vase on my windowsill. I wish I had a window that opened up in a small brick alley with old bikes and clotheslines hanging white underpants to dry. I wish the sound of junky Vespa motors clanking woke me up on breezy early afternoons. I wish I was friends with the man at the vegetable market down the street. I wish there was a vegetable market down the street. I wish I had a cat and a typewriter. I wish all the cars were small cars. I wish there were more stone statues and valuable maps. I wish maps were printed on parchment paper. I wish I wrote to strangers. I wish I sealed all of my letters with wax.
Song of the Day: La Valse D'Amelie
"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live." APWBD
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