i'm standing on an edge. heart blossoming, the mild temperate winds of a night newly formed billowing all around, and everything in sharp relief.
i'm sitting on a slotted cold bench underneath a bus stop. mind reeling with joys, raindrops falling like splattered paint, and my shoes soaked through to the skin.
i'm laying down in a warm bed underneath the covers. body heat expanding beneath multiple comforters, radiator spitting and steaming like a train throttling its engine leaving the station, and nothing but the sweetest dreams to release me from the restraints of wakefulness.
make a plan, stick to the plan, leave room for exploration and improvisation. take good notes.