St Martin's Day

Somewhere in France, Nov.11 th, 2006

Today's St Martin's Day.
For how long have we been in touch together, my dear Martin, my Dear Scruffy Beard from Downunder ? More than a year for sure and suddenly I am realizing all we have been through during these long months.
When you are having your dinner, I am having my lunch. When you wake up, I go to bed. How could we meet some day !
You asked me ,one day, what I meant by "impossible love". May be, it is just this: doing things the other way round...
Unfortunately, it is more complex than that.
We both have been in the same place twice without meeting. I was even walking in your street, passing by your house the very day you left for holidays in Sydney.
For someone living in France ,it is not too bad.