Things I remember when I can't sleep ...

It is late and I can't sleep and my mind wanders about. I think of all the stories I have told you about me that no one else know about. I think of all the stories I haven't told you and I would love to.


I should warn you though that my stories are far from being worth the paper but just the feeling of wanting to share them with you makes them important. I don't have fancy stories or long, engaging narratives. I have little things and anecdotes full of sentiments that become alive with the thought of you.


I have the story of this bumblebee that arrives to the same flower every morning when I am walking. It's like I am witnessing a spring affair, a lover visiting the object of his affection. It happens every morning. He comes by almost in a hurry fearing he is late for his date. There is a tiny pause almost like a greeting gesture before he reaches the flower. Same flower every morning.


This is my story of the bumblebee.


This is my story of how you are present at every moment and make the insignificant details of my life so worth remembering.