I’m not here today. I am not in the rainy land of ports with rivers and grey sky and piles of work on my desk.
I am somewhere else. Perhaps with the sound of surf and seagulls. I can smell ocean air and feel sand between my toes. No sense of urgency. Salt in the air and on the sides of my tongue. I can imagine for a moment that in an hour, I will be far out to sea and untouchable.
It’s just one of those kinds of days.
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