the thirst for travel is easily quenched by a short summer holiday. i always seem to travel to countries of cold and snow seasons, desserts, distant cities of familiar freeways and chinatowns. anticipation crescendoes, clouds part in blue and white like a cartoon. wit and laziness in a saucy blend and in a beat of cool frosty adventures with a cheeky companion in his martin mcfly nikes, we thread through the streets and then i'm back. i'm ready for summery camisoles. you're my favourite song. you know who you are. stories to come. now i go for a run in my new gold rimmed nike drifit top.