i couldn't help but laugh at myself, feet caressing sand, slow gold rivulets of sunlight flowing over me as i fixated upon the clouds; how easy it is to let one's troubles protect one from living for the moment.
did i handle today correctly? faffing at work? check. massage? check. ice-cream and brief-yet-pleasant chat with icg? check. beautiful beach sunset? check. coffee, brownie and doodling at coffeeholic? check.
only one question remains: do i go out for a drink?
on a sour note: assaf ramon's tragic death. the expression that got stuck in my head? "controlled flight into the ground".
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