two nights in instead of out. just a puff of smoke under the beaming filling moon around 2 am, clear headed and empty hearted as i am, somehow she always draws a smile out of my face. diving back into more rest, more dreams, and awakened with a reminder of somewhere i once was, and how those things will somehow always be where i still am, thankfully steeped in southern skies and desert sands, the strangest place on earth can be sometimes the most familiar.
sleep is only news if you never do it, and right now these past two days are like the french revolution of slumber...