Today I was able to wake up and read a new book without realizing than an hour had flown by in the process. I can’t even describe how good that felt. It felt like a sunny room with a view of the ocean. It felt like a secret. It felt like being back here:
Is there anything better than being trapped on a ferry for six hours with the whole boat to wander around in, knowing you can’t do anything productive for the time being even if you wanted to?
Maybe waking up and grabbing a book off the side table and not knowing how cold the floor is for a long, long time.