better late than never
It's that time of the year when the wanderlust becomes almost unbearable! And the body, realising it is still on a small island, cannot dislodge itself from sleep...so getting out of bed each morning takes longer. After a while, you start thinking that it is not quite theft to take that extra 5 minute when the alarm goes on snooze. When you make that final stretch to wake the muscles, you find a fresh cool spot on the sheets that tempts you to settle and let your skin rest on its surface instead. Then there's that glance at a darkening sky that makes 8am almost feel like 5am. Oh just give up! There is always the possibility of catching a cab to make up for the 30mins now gone by.
Tonight, stationary by my desk, I trawl the web and make do with photos of Haruki Murakami's Tokyo by Eizo Matsumura, and their travel photography book <邊境-近境>.
After tonight, I am one day closer to travel. Friday I will leave this small island!