You stand ten toes deep in waters near hip height. A surge of discomfort registers in your body. Slow sensations shimmy up your spine. The water is calm. You're the only predator here. But that is the worry. There is no buzz, no bass, no tide, no current, no rhythm to tickle you.
Ahh, I missed Tobi turns of phrase. You described the log-off so well. We crave it, but once we're in it... oof.
God I love it when the last line of a piece lands like a punch, in a good way.
Love this read Tobi
Nothing to scroll nowhere to hide! Always great to read your beautiful writing Tobi.