Filling the Holes Where the Rain gets In
Nov 8 · 2 min read
Yesterday I woke up grumpy, achy and cranky, not wanting to take the long trip on public transport to visit my aunt. Two trains and a bus through depressed parts of town and memories on a gray day is not my idea of a party.
To prepare for the trip, I stretched out on the floor to do some opening poses and with one particular deep breath a memory flooded the pile of my carpet with tears.

