Going south. Heart beats.
Body remembers what the mind wants to forget.
She drives and I am grateful to be able to conquer the anxiety of this route without that worry
So many words.
Sonoma pear cider.
I can't understand the words but the music is loud and the drumbeats drown out my thoughts.
I need the tsunami of music that is louder, bigger than what I feel inside. Sometimes it feels like the only way I will survive.
I miss cranking up the music and slinging paint.
So few words trying to capture an enormous day.