location: gate 20
before i left the seaside, everything shone through like flecks in the pavement. there are times when happiness roars in, bowling you over unexpected because you were not trapped away from happiness at all & it is a currency that inundates.
there was fresh colour in the sky, behind the branches and through the windows of the tallest office buildings. up right to the top (the very) & over the harbour islands & paper-dot boats & the striped smoke towers that invent clouds.
even now, my worries about then are mostly veneer & i've been feeling how everything that looms is weaving together. i am finding moments of falling into place.
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