The rain has started. In Naples, during the winter, it rains. There is only one word for this. Rain. This is not true for rain everywhere. When I was in London two weeks ago, an old lady was describing the weather. She said, "when I went to my car, it was spitting...but by the time I arrived at Tesco, it was fairly tipping down". If you live in a country with perpetual rain, you simply MUST have multiple descriptors. Like the Eskimo's 200 words for snow. Sometimes I wish that the English language was more adaptive.
I have often felt that, if I could find the right words, I would be able to find that secret language that we both understood once. I would speak and you would hear me with your soul. And the spell would be broken. You would know who I am and you would remember us.
Sometimes I am Kai perpetually trying to form the word, "Evigheden" with his shards of ice. And I am sometimes Gerda, pleading with you to be my Kai again.
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