Shivers

Little electric pulses that travel up and down my spine
They came out of the blue
They feel good but I wonder if they mean danger is at hand

Buzzing stinging burning tingling
I don't know what to make of them but I'd rather they didn't stop for now.
Or should they?

Pause. Reboot and wait.

Are they still there?

Blue

I'm not saying I'm sad

It's just the colour.
I like looking at it, wearing it, bathing in it

It's the shade of choice - pale, translucent, water, sky.

I tried to jump in last night
It felt like floating and drowning all at once

Let me stay lost in it for now
My happy place
My zone of soft supple sweetness
Hold me there
You know what's best

Blurred vision

Mango tequila cocktails
Bandol
Red Greek elixir
Strawberry focaccia
Coconut ice cream
Summer dreams

Blended into a recipe of tingles and tantalising tastes

My eyelids half-close

But I can still see
You
There

Why did you send me this music?
Is it a coded message?

I'll read it however I like.
I know what you meant.
I know what you want.
And I know what I want too.

Made in Brazil

There is no doubt that we are shaped by our experiences - that our exposure to an 'other' changes our brains and the way we perceive ourselves and the world around us, be it home or away.

The time I've spent abroad has made me who I am, and both the best bits of me and worst bits of me were definitely made in Brazil.  I hold onto these qualities - the perfect and flawed - even as my new home tries to wrestle them away from my sense of self.

I like the edge they give me and how they test me and keep me on my toes.  Made in Brazil is by no means perfection, but perfection is dull.

Perhaps it's time to go back for a short visit to keep it fresh.
I think you'd enjoy it too. Fancy the flight?

High Wire

These past weeks have been a balancing act.

Maintaining a flawless performance whilst being aware of the consequences of even the smallest mistake.

It's terrifying up here. Next week I will afford myself the luxury of a zip wire ride down to terra firma. Where I can make mistakes without repercussions.

What will the first one be? Do you have any suggestions?

I bet you do....

Common

Stealing a moment outside this afternoon was a shared experience.
The sun shone
The warmth soaked into our skins
We felt like cats curled contentedly by an open window or a roaring fire.

It wasn't particularly special.
It was exceptional
The epitome of what it means to be alive and awake.

The smells of tar and petrol mixed in with the pleasurable scents of the afternoon
The ducks fighting the current, then giving in and riding the river
The smiles on so many faces
The bustle and energy of a thousand lives compressed into streaks and strips and paths along the water.

I'm staying. As long as the sun cooperates.
And I'm waiting for you.

The list

Guest lists
Shopping lists
To do lists

And the unwritten lists
Changing lists
Lists that undergo a metamorphasis as you read them

You might be on my list...
You might wish to know what kind of list it is...

I know the one I'm on.
You're on it too
Did we meet there?

Tranquility

Silence. Rest. Peace.
Even in the bustle of the city.
It doesn't matter where you are if your head is in the right space.
It doesn't matter who next to you is having a meltdown or screaming at their loved ones.
Having total utter autonomy with no one to answer to or bicker with is pure joy.
Seeing a movie alone is uplifting.
Perusing art at the pace that suits you best is a rush.
And the tea.
And the guilt-free savoured morsels of bakewell tart.
Well. You are what you eat.
You might have joined me today.
I would have shared.

You would have enjoyed opening your mouth and letting me feed you sweet almond bites of pleasure.
You might have licked every last crumb off the fork.
Life doesn't get much better than that.
Next time I'll be sure to invite you along.