Words cut through clutter.
Colouring your hair.
It was pitch dark. The first few steps and my foot banged a table. Ouch! A lighter flashed in that light.
It was one of those restaurants that service both families and men who enjoy a drink.
I shift focus to what I want to do. I move to places where there is balance, finding sense in my moments, making them concise and precise. I breathe. “Just do that,” I tell myself.
A memory nestles in me.