i’m sitting alone, at a place i’ve never been. the absolute point of adventure sundays. and all i want to do is write.
a bird calls nearby.
there’s a sense of freedom about it. an undeniable feeling of being completely aware of everything around me. like it’s pulling me into a different frame of mind. something i didn’t know i wanted or felt or even knew i could feel until now. until this moment.
my tummy is queasy and the skin on my bare legs tingles with the burn of the sun. cooled by the wind, for a second at least. my eyes are sore and i’m horrendously tired but it’s still just me, alone. in a place i’ve never been.
thinking about everything. and thinking about nothing.
this world is so familiar.