of the day after

I wake up, zombie-walk into the kitchen, and stare out at that shiny warm stuff we haven’t seen since 2011. Sunlight, is it really you?

A little sustenance to pull us into the land of the living. (Coffee not pictured)

And now, into the city!

The aftermath…

…evoking memories of my childhood in a pleasantly cluttered third-world country.

We shake the rubbish from our shoes, close our green front doors behind us,

and finish off this bombastic day with a quiet dinner in our cool, dark bunker home. Ahh.