Belly laughing, hair in the wind, cold water plunges, pink cheeks, new speak, stripping comfort zones and mutual understanding. Linking hands and spinning circles in a blur of darkness and neon city lights. Downward dogs at dusk. Silhouettes of surfboards silently carried on heads past a painted haze of jagged rocks and white foam. Medicinal … More Mid Trip Memories
I’m watching a water droplet slide down a jug inside a cozy little deli in the heart of Katoomba. Irish music is whistling away amongst the sounds of forks on carrot cake, long work days, foreign whispers and travelling ambitions. My cheeks are pinched with every spicy sip of my hot apple cider and I … More I’m allowed.