There’s a strange point between sun burning hot and goosebump cold where you’re simultaneously sweltering and yet oddly cool, calm, collected and controlled. Don’t get me wrong though, if much more than a leg brush was touching my body, I would have been uncomfortable in that way where nothing my brain said could rationalize and then mask the physical. How do you do that? I am this body which I am in and which I chose to be in. I live and breathe and exist in it, because of it. And yet I can be elsewhere, instantly come what may.
Inside Out or Outside In?In by Fannie on November 17, 2010 at 3:23 pm