Tan

I'm missing my rocks. Not that I hate my life here, but I've been craving rocks rather badly all day. Relative simplicity, clarity, sharpness—I wish I felt those just as much here as well. And the sudden physical inactivity after almost a week is rather shocking. I'm going to settle down into my groove back in Cal, and the intense longing will almost certainly fade soon enough, but for now I think I shall hold on to my little scratches and bruises and being gloriously nut-brown for a while at least for some kind of tangibility of my experience of the last few days. Words seem surprisingly inadequate for conveying any bit of it at all.
It's probably not something that I'll be able to indulge in often—if at all—but I think I have a new addiction.