A day.

The only customer sitting in a dimly lit cafe, feet on timber floor boards. A morning of Yoga and bouldering behind me, my fingers rough from clinging to granite faces who didn't flinch despite my swinging around.  I've been here for a while now, I'm slowly wrapping my feet around the next step in this endeavour...Patagonia. South, really south, I'll escape with fall and fly to a southern summer, a change of culture.

 I've been thinking about times back home amongst good friends, salty water and sea breezes, a few more days and I can quench the thirst resonating from the good ol' days with a small measure of tofino.