The air is soup. Not a light broth but heavy thick soup. Almost a stew really. I didn’t feel like I was running this morning, more like swimming through some sort of warm porridge.
I'm probably talking shit, getting up in my feelings, reading, writing, looking at trees, drinking whiskey, dancing, taking long walks, or doing obsessive research.
The air is soup. Not a light broth but heavy thick soup. Almost a stew really. I didn’t feel like I was running this morning, more like swimming through some sort of warm porridge.