I feel empty, or more precisely, hungry. To run barefoot on the sandy beaches, the salt in my lungs, the sun in my face and the wind in my hair. Ahhhh..., and I do have the hair for it, don't I. A jog on the beach. A book and tea by the poolside. A daily routine. To wind down. Defragment. Context Switch. To go meta-stable.
Clocking up the virtual miles. I'm still hungry...
urped by gumz @ 7:04 PM