The imagination is an endless pit of possibilities.
Today was the first day that I was genuinely happy to be home.
Perfect spot, perfect weather & perfect company.
I'm starting to become extremely busy with life, it's nice to feel like this again after my long time of holidays. The rush of thinking you have to get stuff done on time & that there are not enough hours in the day.
Now I can only dream about waking up & having nothing to do, no responsibilities.
And dream I will.