So I was standing there under the umbrella, shivering as the chill of the damp July evening chattered my bones. Not my finest memory of 2016, but a good one nonetheless.
Felt better than I had for a while. The light at the end of the tunnel wasn’t so much inducing tunnel vision anymore; my existential vertigo was abated, at least for the now.
Despite the uncomfortable conditions, I found myself in wonderment, dreaming of the future, dreaming of … well,.. better days