After my coffee date with Mark, (we went to a Cuban cafe and had the most delicious cafe con leche) this morning, I decided to drive around Winter Park, and all the familiar places. I went to East End Market, and remebered when it used to be a church; my brother was baptised there...I like it better as a market. I drove through the "vias" and parked at Kraft Azalea Park, my favorite park and the location of many picnics. I strolled down Via Tuscany and marvelled at some of the newer builds; mansions demolished to build larger ones. I was happy to see my favorite home, La Villa Toscana, still standing and as beautiful as ever. I love its architecture.
"...breathing dreams like air." -F. Scott Fitzgerald
Do you see it? The heart lock in the banyon tree?
Be still my heart.
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