Somewhere it is spring.

(I miss the seasons)

Today, I feel the need to do something different to revive the soul. Zipping in, out of, back in to a country under 48 hours takes too much work. Still, it’s glorious work and I just need some time to recover. When the sun is down, I might return to drawing by coffee places or taking pictures and rediscovering places. But we’ll see. It’s muchtoohot to do anything today when the sun is filling my head with cotton stuffing.

On another note, I want to laugh and weep and spin because I’d give anything, everything, to be by the corner of Damansara (again) standing in the sun with S, MA and YT. And R who says nothing when I eat her fries and drink her coke.

It is therapy, almost. We unravel and listen and nod and empathise and buy macdonalds and. I have been re-enjoying the hours in my head, albeit the short time and soggy mamak noodles.

So with that, I am comforted above all else.

I like lastminute trips. Even if they are just across the border.

I need to get out again. Soon.