The British style grey of these last few days have me feeling a little melancholy.
A floating feeling.
Yet, also feeling grateful for winning 3 out of 5 squash games with my friend Joao. The sound of the motorbike engine as it pops and snaps after shutting it down. Choosing to practice falling on lead rope more at the climbing gym. (Falling scares me… go figure). The embrace of loved ones. The disembodied voices of phone calls with family. The challenge of planning big things. The humility of silence. Hot coffee.