The rubber band left a mark on the wrist.
Walking in the strong wind of March in London, I remembered the days I lived in the mountains, the people I loved on the mountains, as if it was a different lifetime. Fireflies and starlight surrounded us on summer nights, drawing circles and bringing joy.
I remembered the days on another mountain, going crazy and ending up in the hospital, only to come back and crawl into bed in the darkness. Waking up with blood on the pillow.
Frenzy, shamelessly in frenzy. But when the music stopped, we pushed each other away and turned around to leave. Memories started to play their role, flickering and evasive. I needed a lot of comfort, installing countless resistors in the overwhelming chaos.
Oh, my loves, I haven't calmed down yet, but I can't wait to set off again. I am a greedy traveler, bargaining with time. Can it be less even? Oh, bargaining with the sun is actually better, it let me go.
It knows what will happen if I can't leave (superstitious face).
Of course, we should take advantage of the good weather and hit the road, even if it's a puddle of mud, I like being warmed by the sun. Fast-moving consumer goods, don't look back!