Sea of documents surrounding me,
On my dress some drops of a pen’s ink,
Thousands of messages are waiting in my inbox,
Gladly in Shavuot I will get to rest.
(a take-off on the familiar shavuot holiday song)
Every time Shavuot holiday arrives, all magazines are then filled with young, glowing women with rosy cheeks. These photos always make me wonder who are these women, standing in the center of a golden crops field? Are they planning to sing in the gardens?
…I don’t know what about you, but in Tel Aviv there aren’t any corps fields, and also I haven’t really had the chance to jump around any fields lately. At the most, I found myself singing and dancing to some toddler songs with my young niece in the middle of the living room.
