october, xxiv.

Third flight in five days. I arrived home utterly exhausted but happy to be back by the sea. He’ll be in another timezone and six thousand kilometers away. I caught myself thinking about that time before I knew him. What was I doing then? A quick power nap in the sun. Afternoon espresso with the patriarch by the sea. I didn’t realise how much I actually needed this short trip. I spend my days working on reports and formulas that sometimes don’t make much sense to me. Slow, steady progress. Seven Types of Ambiguity. He nearly called you again last night. Can you imagine that, after all this time?