rushes, here and there, the wind; headrush. the head moving up and around, 360 degrees, and glowing in the beautiful summer sun. shadows darken the eyes, and the future is too far to see, the moments too fast to grasp but heavy with energy. heavy with jazz, the band so encapsulated by music they shout out in painful joy; rare snapshots of feeling. otherwise the coziness of the floor, laying low with eyes turned upwards towards high dreams. the space inbetween so strong in gravity every step feels like a jump, and every drop is a crash, carrying through my bones into a rattling heart. all is energy, all is balance. all is jazz. balance, to get me floating above the ground, dancing through golden glitter that is the summer heat, all in drunk forgetfulness. i am here and there and everywhere at the same time, the world is too small, and i lose myself in the demilitarised spaces inbetween.