Hi friends! It’s been a while.
When I think of England,
I think of us,
eating pizza at a round table in the back corner of the pub,
listening to Sweet Disposition
on the radio.
Smile, because the
muscle movement will tell your
body you’re happy.
I don’t like water, but I like the pale reflection of the sun stippled over the waves in the haze of evening. Bushy trees on land stand out starkly against the water that mirrors the sky.
I am a night owl. Were it left up to me, I’d be up till 2 every morning and sleep until 10. And though I get up groggy and exhausted most mornings, fighting the urge to go back to sleep for another five hours, somehow the last few months have also left me afflicted by an insomnia.
Because someone wanted me to write about “alleys.”