It's raining and I'm not wearing the right shoes. It caught me by surprise. It feels a little bit like spring...but shush - let's not scare it away.
It makes me want to be on a train and watch the landscape shift because that's how I travel and that's how I really arrive at a place...as opposed to travelling by plane.
I really miss damien rice through my ears into my head and being sad knowing deep down that we'll only meet again in a year. We'll never make it so see each other with the change of all four seasons.

and then there's pain and paracetamol and more pain.
by now it's hilarious...delirious. My mood meter is in the reds and I need a therapist...