Grey Skies

As I sit at my favorite little coffee joint in Venice,Imogen Heap wafts through the ominous air of the Saturday greyness that exists beyond these doors of this eclectic artist hangout with ridiculously tasty treats.Today the weather is really affecting me. I seem to handle one or two days of greyness, especially if my boyfriend is around, otherwise it depresses me,which explains why London is not my favorite place to live. There seems to be a lot of sadness in Venice. I love people watching and as an actress I like to observe people's little idiosyncratic behaviors. I am fascinated by little actions and what motivates them. I was watching this guy bolt across the street yesterday as I sat in my car gearing up for my run along the Venice promenade. So there I was looking at him trying to find a tree, as he desperately needed to take a leak,or so I thought.I quickly realized it wasn't a leak he wanted and I saw him pull out a needle thinking he was incognito behind this tree,....there I was, virginal eyes on him as he filled his body with this euphoric and deadly substance.He went into a trance almost immediately as he started swaying like a willow tree and for that very moment he had found salvation from his painful, troubled life. An escape from his reality. I have heard you are in such a warm,fuzzy, peaceful place,when u take heroin. I am glad to have never experimented with that as it's a one way path to hell.  Just like the allegorical tale of the song Hotel California which is about his love affair with heroin, I choose to have a love affair with reality.No matter how hard real life appears to be sometimes,when you come off the artificial high,reality is always knocking on your door and sooner or later you will have to face it.....