It’s funny where the mind wanders when sitting on the traction table, in the dark, in the early hours of the morning.
I was composing emails, to be sent once finished.
Sketching my next painting.
Figuring out the last minute things to add to my list for The Boy’s visit tonight. Check, check.
I visited another time, and briefly wished that things were different and wondered what if. Then thought about previous point and realised the excited butterflies in my stomach now, are a hundred times better than an awkward shoe gaze.
I zoned out listening to Tracy Chapman’s ‘Fast Car’ on the radio. I do heart that tune. Takes me back…