One of those days when I have wanted to kick back my shoes, and just lay down somewhere, anywhere, and I did. When I’ve pulled down the fastens from my hair and ran my fingers through it not worrying about how they fall. When I’ve curled up with back to back shows to escape the memory of someone I miss. When I’ve halted the already-written travelogue to pause its cadence just to be unruly and express whatever rudimentary feelings that arose.
One of those days which escaped like a whistle from the lips – it took away my breath but let me be for a while.