Wanderings, meanderings, traipses, twists and turns, the aimless and nomadic, the errant and fancy-free, the migratory, moving and rootless ramblings of a perambulatory, peripatetic and very wayward duck, far too big for her own pond.
”I traced my fingers along your trails, you body was the map, I was lost in it. Floating over your rocky spine, the glaciers made you and now you’re mine
Great Lake Swimmers’ ‘Your Rocky Spine’ from the Ongiara album, really is the best song to listen to on the morning train ride to work.
Especially when you have things on your mind.