I had a lot of feelings during 2020. Here are some of the more memorable ones:
The satisfaction from reading the end of a novella while savoring a delicious craft beer.
The echo of a wood-framed sofa hitting the pavement after a three-story drop.
The paranoia on public transport.
Finding my balance on a bicycle for the first time in twenty years.
Pricklings from a COVID beard I didn’t need to grow.
Stretching of my stomach after completing another giant Vanessa dessert.
The smell of freshly manufactured olympic weight plates in an enclosed space.
Age of Empires 2 Ranked queue adrenaline.
That first sip of fresh coffee after weeks of closed cafes.
The cold, winter air fighting to reach the fingers inside my pockets.
The tickle at the back of the throat after stupidly eating raw almonds right before walking to the supermarket.
Tikka kebab, breast kebab and bolani.
The tension in the bladder during back to back to back Zoom meetings.
Saltiness of that first mouthful of lettuce, hummus and 4 bean mix after days without it.
One side of my body warmed by the fire.
The grit from a layer of sweat and basketball court dust covering my palms, and the support around the ankles of the Kyrie sneakers, produced in Team USA colours for an Olympics that wouldn’t come.
Itches of mosquito bites interrupting outdoor salad eating in the garden.
Hiss of gas and the charring of meat filling the air.
Cheap hand sanitizer’s aroma and the stinging that it brings to the skin.
The ache in my shoulder as the sweat cooled.
The scent of Jasmine on early spring breezes.
Shampooed dog fur on the inside of my calves while preparing dinner at the official Bradism Raised Cutting Board for Tall People.
The sweet taste of the mulberry that fell from the branch directly into my mouth.
The tingling of my blood, hoping nobody noticed me putting a face mask over my eyes like it was a sleep-mask on an aeroplane.
The heat of a northerly wind on my back, post-sunset strolls on the beach.
Pulsations from the Compex as it stimulated my hamstrings
Never-ending water trickling down the fountain.
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