It is raining too much for my liking today.
I had an idea of how to dress for my appointment… oh well – But I am glad that I am paying attention to such seemingly insignificant things as how to dress, what to wear. Not wanting to get my hair wet after I managed to make it look quite nice (in my opinion).
Caring how I look, wanting to smile with pleasure at the person looking back at me from the mirror, is not a minor thing.
Not at all.
When one has been in a major war, when one is still brandishing a sword, the last thing one cares about is: looks.
Only when the thunder of the last cannon has gone silent, does one pick oneself up, dust oneself down and take some sort of stock.
As I said yesterday, every laughter, and every thin layer of lipstick, pale though it may be, counts.
It IS a victory.
p.s. I do wish I had a trendy raincoat like the one Florentina has… sigh