Wide Eyed in India: Pt. IX

Friday.

My body was a husk.

I felt....light. Airy almost. Like I would blow away, chaff in the first gust of wind. 

Sickness takes its toll, regardless of how strong the will.

So I spent Friday healing. Not quite ill and not quite well.

Just relieved. 

The day wore into afternoon, and the sun's beams mixed with skeins of gypsy swing, pushing

their way into my limbs, itching for movement.  

Honks and shouts urged me on, and before I knew it my feet carried me out the door....