A lot of love and admiration felt throughout the last week...I still need to sit with it. I returned to my little spot Saturday night to dance away from everyone, ease my mind, be anonymous to everyone except the deejay. Spent the hours just before dawn watching Kill The Messenger with L, laughing myself into unconsciousness. Woke up naked, funky, with him wrapped awkwardly around me, not needing anything at all except my own space, so I went home.
Sunday's a secret.
Today went by quickly and I have the next two days off and a long to-do list awaits.
iris for the weekend
love in Harlem
my tribute to summer