okay, last saturday
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
fine. now you may call it the last one. #
Last Saturday in Loano. There. I said it. Yuri is here, which made it easier and worse at the same time because part of me kept looking around thinking this is the last time this summer we’re doing exactly this. Dinner, drinks, people I’ve seen for months, music, walking outside between places, the sea still somewhere nearby even when you can’t see it. Three months sounded endless in June. Now they feel like somebody pressed fast forward.
I bought more things here than I arrived with, so tomorrow’s packing is going to be a logistical crisis. Future Alice’s problem.
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.