Very often, I wake up to a soundtrack playing in my head. Does it happen to you too?

It’s not something I’ve heard the day before, nor something I was thinking of when going to sleep. It often is some music I haven’t heard for a long time, and sometimes I actually make it up.

This morning it’s “Hors saison”, by Francis Cabrel. Very appropriate.

I slept in a park in the middle of town last night. I’m too tired not to save the 15 extra minutes it was too go to the possibly-maybe-real camp down the coast.

I had to get up at 4:30 to be sure I could do everything I needed during this last day.

A sort of mole woke me up at 1 am, digging right under my belly. That was the strangest feeling, that little head poking and poking and poking under me. I moved my mat, and we both went to sleep.

Last day of this madness.
P.S: Picture from Koboke, a few days ago, in Shikoku

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