A while back, I visited a friend's pop-up booth and slipped away when it got a little awkward. It was located at a quaint cafe tucked in a strange lane that seem to have been forgotten during redevelopment. I haven't been away and alone for weeks and my mind was jumbled up with technical terms and check list of my sewing progress. 

As I walked down that path way that was lined with colonial apartments, my head cleared a little and I found joy in taking a walk at my own pace with no one to talk to. My senses were suddenly sharper and everything seemed interesting and new. For a while, I felt blissfully lost in that little world, quietly tucked away from that horrible highway planted beside it. 

A mailbox, an alleyway and a ginger cat.

Such a simple daily fare and yet at that moment, they were the most beautiful thing I've seen in ages.

A breather.

That's what I needed.

A breather.

That's what I got.

Love, pixie