yawn.

Cold fingers, cold toes, cold nose.  Cough.

Eyes puffy from sleep, from anti-aging moisturizer, from cat naping on my bed, from crying before sleep.

Memories in a book.  Of a man and his family.  Of a friend.  Of love and of illness and of death.   A sad story.

Hot shower, squinting from the light, almost asleep in the warmth.  Still.  Calm.

Scents and colours and hot air and irons. 

Instant everything in a bag and off I go.