this is how it is today

today it is okay

hot feet on the treadmill a soundtrack of piano accordian played in the subway

I moved along the moving walkway feeling life in slow motion like I was starring in the final montage of my life: the bit where lessons have been learned and it all comes together and I accept myself with all of the errors and rejections and mistakes and feel a sense of peace

In the garden white dust came to rest on shoes and daub sitting marks on the bums of jeans

there were hundreds of people maybe thousands but it did not make me anxious. Today was a day when that many people in one place made me glad.

This is how it is today.