My first night sitting in the garden. Shadow play. Black leaves canvas the windows of the neighbour´s houses, painting ornaments on the lights behind. A shelter. Surrounding me like a patchwork quilt. Doesn´t warm me, but isolates me from the people around. Protects me. Stays there, constantly, even when I´m gone. Waits for me to come back and to snuggle down in this black bed. Thanks, you trees. I´ll get back to you.
PS: I´ll write my ass off. I swear.