outside, warm, had nowhere to be for once which is a feeling I’m still getting used to. white sweatpants, slides, cobblestones, sharp shadow underneath because the sun was very direct. I looked down at my own feet at some point and they looked like they belonged to someone who had completely sorted their life out, which was not accurate but felt good anyway. I stood there for a second just looking before taking the photo. nothing was happening. it was fine.