Journal - Page 11 of 12

For years, the magic basket hung on the balcony, and the wizard remained a mystery.

For Lebanon.

“A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening.”
– Herman Hesse

For the cat and mouse who made my childhood grand.

Someone drew a rainbow for the birds and me.

A ticket, a sandwich, an escapade.

May we have bread, music, and reverie.

Perfection, perfection. Just not for me.

“I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.” – Albert Camus

“Imagine… lingering wine and conversation. The streets will not always be empty.”