Clasped tight in my belly - a breath I was not prepared to exhale. Babies are honking the taxi-horns again. They want to come home, come home in a hurry.
Today around 1:50 / 2:00 p.m. I had a stomach-ache. I went out and stood in the balcony, I went downstairs, I fidgeted, I was restless. The earth was rising up from its somnambulation - every particle on the ground was remembering its thirst. Quite intense. And then, sitting across S. at my office, I commented - "It is going to rain today". The sky was overcast anyway. The light was soft and diffused.
It started raining around 2:10 p.m. andI felt, "PHEW".
My stomach muscles relaxed and I breathed deep, taking in as much of the fresh, moist air as I could.
Then it was time to take a break. Should one charge not-for-profits anythig. Sure, especially if you are a not-for-loss trying to piece your bare existence as a writer together.