AFTERNOON SUGAR. THE SUN ON MY FACE.

Jul 2

“I move without a rush. Pottering. A weed pulled here and there, because I need to touch something living, or maybe just more from habit than necessity. Later, a walk, seeking out more gardens to get my nature fix, hyperfocusing on how light lands on the colours of green, and how it doesn’t. Romantic thoughts. Long shadows. Afternoon sugar. The sun on my face.”