the grandiosity of a blinding sky and feeling like a bubble enclosed in still air that crinkles the skin around the eyes in their squinting action. i can smell the spf15+ on the redness of morning skin and its promise of days outside of these stale white walls. the evernew regeneration of the outside, the movement of the ancient machine of days and seasons and how the cyclical is ultimately linear, understanding that predestination to change in the crease on my palm. but this warmness today is only the beginning...
e sono contenta perche' dopodomani si va al mare