Stuck in idle.

I probably shouldn’t write when I’m in one of these moods, but here I am.

Pen to paper.

Or fingertips to keyboard is more accurate!

I just saw a friend share pictures of herself at Necker Island (Richard Branson’s private island). There were a few faces I recognised in the pics from a world I used to feel a part of.

And I felt a pang.

It’s a familiar pan…