Oddly fresh.

Bright morning sun. Tall glass of water. Headphones and study music. Trying to cram two chapters of reading before departure.

This Uber smells like body odor and peppermint gum.

BBQ and french fries and lots of water.

“My mother…my mother really hates this song.”

Bright blue skies. Cooler than yesterday. Strong desire to lay out on the benches by the table with my face toward the sun.

Energy shifts.

What would I do the same? What would I do differently? In what ways could participation in something like this benefit a brand? What kind of brand? Who would be the target audience? How would you engage them? These are things one thinks about while waiting to go to the bathroom.

“She holds the hand that holds her down / She will rise above” - Pearl Jam

Two nights in a row up way past my bedtime. One more day. Just one more day.