the clouds have swallowed the sun. this is my favourite type of day, when the heat settles and the air isn’t so sticky. of course, this is a rarity, this afternoon haze, so we take advantage of it — reading by the pool, napping under the fan, chasing deals in the streets…
everything else is past tense. i am present.
“if one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere” - d.h. lawrence
today reminded me of this:
“my people were fair
and had sky in their hair
but now they’re
content to wear stars”
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