There is something very romantic about mosquito nets. And not the candlelit dinner kind of romantic, but more of the “suggestive of an idealized view of reality kind of romantic”.
This may sound ridiculous until you have slept under one, but there’s this fantastic sense of belonging to a different world when you lie under that canopy of sheer. It casts everything in this diffused light and transforms everything around it…the crows picking through garbage on the street even sound a little more exotic. It is so much easier to wake up under a mosquito net because the world seems that much more exciting to explore. It keeps making me want to quote Lisel Mueller’s “Monet Refuses the Operation” …The world is flux and light becomes what it touches…(I would recommend anyone to look up the poem in its entirety)
It is difficult to explain and even more difficult to photograph but I keep trying.
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I am so with you on that one Bri. Unfortunately here in Limuru we don't need mosquito nets. I still want one though! Do you have flying ants too?
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