Day One (Saturday)
The sun decided to come out and play, peeking through the blanketing clouds for a few minutes, teasing. A bit too little, too late.
No, that’s not quite right. No feeling, no hook.
“I’ve had this urge lately to get away, as far as possible. Just like a magnet pulling me outward, or no, a magnet inside of me repelling from where I am, or no, that doesn’t make any sense. Whatever. You know what I mean. Everyone’s always complaining about how busy they are, but sometimes I…