It's pouring and dark outside. My toes are cold, although they are in socks. I will leave in a few minutes to go interpret at an Intensive Care Unit, gowned up from neck to ankle, and shoulder to fingertips - my fingers slightly sweating inside of their non-latex gloves.
Yesterday I had quite an intoxicating fantasy of you. I made myself blush.
Today I realized that after years of an annoying habit, I have finally stopped spitting on the bathroom faucet when I brush my teeth.
Something is brewing that is beyond daydreaming and self discipline.
I can't wait for it
or for you.
be well; be loved.
k.
(image: “EBB&FLOW”. Deirdre Firinne by Betina du Toit for Crash Magazine March 2021 via bienenkiste TUmblr)
