Saturday, 28 February 2015

That spot of sunshine

The first warm sun I have seen this year shines down on my bare arms as I sit down on the short dry grass. Smells of jasmine and dry grass blow over me asthe sound of rustling winds in the leaves mix with the construction noise and the splashing from the pool. Here is my unexpected moment of calm, my five minutes out, where it suddenly doesn't matter that I spent 22 hours travelling yesterday, got into a discussion with someone who tried to rip me off, and barely slept tonight. Because now is now, and here is here, and all I currently need is the feel of the warm sun on my arms. Everything else comes later.


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