Know that you wrote this (and are writing it) from your bamboo table against the window in your hotel room at the Equus.
The bedside lamp right behind me is off, the one on the other side of the bed is on.
Know that you’ve spent these days walking 10-12 miles through gorgeous scenery.
Recall fetching cardboard carriers of tea from McDonalds to my room, where I’d enjoy the milkiness and sweetness and steam from each cup. Even at 10 PM.
Days without a care in the world. Where its always warm, never cold. Nobody needs anything from me. I’m not supposed to be doing anything. I spend money without thought.
Think about the view from the 39th floor, and the storming sky pounding against the window pane. How exhilarating it was. And all the baddies on Bumble digging you. It can’t last forever. But its my “present,” right now. And its here for you to trance back into when you need it.
I’m leaving the Equus on my vision board, because i’m going to return here, and when I do, it’s going to be with my fiance.
