It's been four weeks and four days.
A plane brought me back up north, and since then I've hugged my sister,
my granny, my heartbeats. Heartbeats I hadn't held in a year.
Sunsets, lattes, Gothenburg, dances.
We listened to Bruce Springsteen from a rooftop
and bathed in ice cold waters.
In two weeks I'm planning to come back to the east coast, back to the mediterranean.
Back to my favourite pair of arms.