I can hear music filtering through the wet traffic, and, smell something cooking from the restaurant across the road. The sky is silver-bright. A couple walk past, laughing, sharing something between them. The city is vibrant, full, exploding, imploding. A bus pushes past with breaks that squeak. The air is muggy, the breeze pushes past my legs as I sit here writing on the laptop beside the french doors ajar to the noise, to the city, to the rain, to the exploding and imploding. I think the music is a Christmas tune, I can't quite make it out but familiarity sits behind it. I close my eyes for a moment, sinking into the chair, sinking into the city vibe, allowing the exploding, imploding to wash over me. Swirl around. I abandon myself to it all - its abundance. A car alarm sounds, it is on another street so there is a softness to its rhythm. A city apartment. Above a street where I feel full, alive, clear to what it next. You can see an update of my move and changes I've made on my YouTube channel here.
Catch you tomorrow xx
Kick: Creative Action 