I am suffering the strange urge to get dressed up, listen to some tunes and get smashed drinking red wine. Not think about anything, not make any plans, just to up an go. I used to that once. Where has the fun gone.
Long summer days and warm nights, milling about, with a gang of folk all doing their own thing, but doing it all together. Maybe it didn’t really happen like that, but I like to romanticise things. That thrill is gone.
So why don’t you and I pack our bags, and ship out. Revitalise, rekindle, and rewind. kick-back, laugh and when the time is right, light it up with some lively steps, and dance like we used to when nothing mattered.
