freckleface

I don't know what's the matter with me at the moment. I feel all out of sorts; restless and thwarted and I'm not quite sure why... I remind myself of the main character in Chocolat, who was always there, waiting for the wind to blow which would move her on to a new life, a new possibility.
Does anyone else get that feeling sometimes?

If I was going to just take off when the wind blows, I would have to do it in one of the Little Red Riding Hood capes.