genova in november
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
the sea in november is still the sea, it just isn’t performing for tourists anymore. #
Genova. Finally. Dad made a comment about remembering the route from Milano, which I deserved. Tia was here too and immediately asked whether `”Smack”` was still alive because apparently my Internet problems are now family entertainment. I should never tell anybody anything.
It’s cold, the sea looks completely different from summer and I’m staying in tonight instead of going out. Strangely happy about it. Maybe I am becoming mature. Don’t panic, I will probably buy shoes next week and undo all progress.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.