I have a bruise on my wrist and no recollection of its getting.
My bag is open but the clothes, well, they're not put away yet.
I'm typing to keep my arms from shaking.
Too cold last night. Too hot last night. Too cold last night.
The tips of my fingers are itchy and numb, I thought both were exclusive.
The memories of the weekend flash into me, then out of me before I recognise them.
Emotive affairs, these family weddings.
Once the DTs have passed, I'll write of its glory.