My eyes hidden behind a pirate's bandana, lids in shield. The sun encased my body before I could see it, slowly warming my still length as I lay on the spot of beach I had chosen for bed, the light becoming evermore intense, removing any trace of morning moisture, clearing away the cobwebs of the mind. The island: my home, where for now my feet lay at a right angle to the earth.
This is how I entered 2011 - bathed in New Sun.
Sailing to the mainland, driving past farms and Marai's then into the gradual build-up through towns and suburbs and on into city before flying back to base across sea, taking my home with me as I jumped the train, before being chauffeured for the last leg.
Boat, car, plane and train, all different, yet all the same.
I spent the entire time with sunglasses attached, hiding exhausted eyes, leaving only a smile for distraction.
Now I reflect.
Now I rest.
Now I dream.
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Fantastic video:
Placebo - Follow The Cops Back Home
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