title: apr 22

there is a gentle grayish light coming from the picture window in the living room. it is drizzling. the windows are open, and from the fifth floor i can hear cars going by and the wind in the alleyway. some of it catches in the window and blows a soft, fresh breeze on my bare feet and legs. under my soles the wooden coffee table is smooth and cool. the ceramic of the cup of tea i just finished off is still warm in my hand. occasionally a seagull will scraw from outside, giving the illusion that the ocean is just beyond the adjacent building. i feel just like this. it makes me sleepy.