Friday morning (carmel market) making my way amongst the different stalls, avoiding the advances of creepy market sellers.

Thinking about you.

Looking at everything and everyone, but not there to buy anything in particular.

Wondering if at any moment the whole place will blow to smithereens. Talking on the phone with a friend and wishing I could sit with her in a little side café (far from all these noises and smells).

Feeling ugly today.

Dreaming that I could just click my heals and transport myself out of here.

Walking as fast as my legs will carry me home. Past the 100’s of people, all shoving and pushing. So very hot. Then quiet.

Thinking of you again. The cool air of the fan on my skin.

I think happiness is only a small percentage of our day. Most of the time we are fighting the dragons of misery, self-doubt, anger and sadness.

Unfair don't you think?

PS. I changed the song because perfect day was depressing everyone and it wasn't my intention I was just hot.