Things were so much better back then. That moment Jodi recalled; when she was twenty-five. It was autumn - the air cold, the sky deep blue. As she ran down the university steps after work a wave of irrational pleasure swelled through her. It wasn’t attached to anything other than being good to be alive. The night was heavy with promise and she could do anything if she put her mind to it. She swung round a lamp-post and ran towards the tube station, breath blooming in front of her face, a wide grin spreading across it for no reason whatsoever.
Rose-tinted
Rose-tinted
Rose-tinted
Things were so much better back then. That moment Jodi recalled; when she was twenty-five. It was autumn - the air cold, the sky deep blue. As she ran down the university steps after work a wave of irrational pleasure swelled through her. It wasn’t attached to anything other than being good to be alive. The night was heavy with promise and she could do anything if she put her mind to it. She swung round a lamp-post and ran towards the tube station, breath blooming in front of her face, a wide grin spreading across it for no reason whatsoever.