I live in a place where the sun shines backwards, and it hits you from the feet up.
Where the moon gets bigger as the night goes on until it’s a giant white plate reflecting into the water like sunlight.
I get no sleep when the sun goes down and marathon runners race through my mind holding ideas high above their heads while their hearts pound and demand my attention.
I can hear wind howling in the city and it pulses through my ears and empties my brain for a moment.
I live in a place where my bones shake and rumble but at least I feel the earth move at every moment, and the cold air feels good on my skin.