Means

This is a special day, that’s why I chose to wear my best skirt. A white and yellow one, a message to myself that today is a day; that no rain or clouds are allowed. Just one me under the sun, walking.

Was walking, I must say. Now I’m skipping with a sudden wave of uncontrollable happiness; nothing saddens and cheers me up more than the fact that there isn’t another soul around to share it with me.

“WOAH! I’ve never seen a car like this one before,” I scream. My thoughts are less often unspoken. Very often, in fact, loudmouthed. I reach a small bridge—to a car, traversable in seconds. But to my eyes, it looked finely elevated, infinitely stretched, connecting pieces of land that would otherwise be separated for God knows how long. It hangs, almost stands, its gaze fixated on the landscape underneath. “I am lifted; I reign.” It speaks with much deserved pride.

I always wondered, which would I feel first: thirst or sourness in my muscles? I had expected to find out very easily, very soon after my departure. But much like in most matters in life, nuance is hardly ever so easy to grasp. And much like most of those matters, it’s almost never black and while, never the case that a single point in time defines a human perception. Always a slick continuum that slowly forces itself into the conscious mind.

The point is, I am thirsty and my muscles are sour already… but I do not know when it started or which one started first.