I escaped Club 27 by the skin of my teeth. To have become a member would have entrenched my memory in all it's infamy.
I watched as my Nikon bounced down the stairs as it fell from my arms. I need a new lens, which will need to wait until payday.
On my birthday I woke naturally at five am. Still dark, still warm, it felt like a re-birth. I cleaned slowly and read quietly. I'm liking this idea of slow living more and more. I'm enjoying doing what feels right in that moment.
Years ago now I read somewhere that Aquarians are the aliens of the starsign, I don't give much weight to astrology but in this moment it fits and I like it.
I made a playlist of songs that fit this moment, you can listen here: