Just finished an instense workout. Sitting now in my studio, small cotton dress, hair up in a bun, ceiling fan breezing the air all around me. Portishead on my stereo. Painting.
It's all so beautiful.
No way to describe 1.18am.
My body and the air the same temperature.
Everything cancelled out.
In the womb again, with music.
Very beautiful, calming, peaceful zen.