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

The Dreamer

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