Spinning, shaking, cold, dizzy.
Wandering, wondering.

Sun is shining coffee.
Sun is shining beach.

Cloudy, I dip my foot.
Chatting and meandering I make arrangements.
To paint.

Back home and I want to watch some surf.

Sitting high on the back the wind blows through my hair.
Its exciting.
My nose starts to go numb.

Now we’re on the main road. Chatting about artists and networks as the countryside whizzes buy.

Sunday, the ocean is calm.
Lunch instead.
Too dehydrated to eat.
My neck and head contorted with pain.

Island, birds, small, large, swans.
Dusk and grey.

Going home.
Warm fire.
Warm feeling.
In and out
of sleep.