over here.i am living here today.
tomorrow, i will be gloriously leaving the city and heading to my soul: the ocean. with my soul: my red. we will be unabashedly geeking out on literature, weeping at movies, messily cooking and happily consuming food, and emptying a bottle (only one?) of vodka.
the only sound we will acknowledge is mother wind.
the only sensation on our skin, salt and ease.
the only person to care for, ourselves.
the only aim, to celebrate being thirty and being alive.
i really hope it is everything weekends should be,
i know mine will be.