change in direction
salty air in springtime breeze
Day trippin north. I never head north, always south, so I needed to head north. Fresh little markets and azure waters dot my route and it takes my mind off the strangeness these first few months of this new year that have got me feeling.
Unglued. Maybe that’s not the best word. They’ve made me go back inside my head and hang in there very much trying to piece together a puzzle. Is it the black juju word curse from the start of the year? Did I not give myself enough time to grieve the things I should have? Did I unwittingly run away? Or is it just life in process as always. In my head. That’s where the drama and comedy play out the most. Either way, simply a most beautiful day.