It's Sunday, the sun is out, and the air is cold. Winter is definitely here.
I walk along the canal, my phone playing Billie Eilish.
I'm taking myself for a coffee.
Large latte with an extra shot, please.
I walk along the canal, my phone playing Billie Eilish.
I'm taking myself for a coffee.
Large latte with an extra shot, please.
While I wait, I watch the wind scatter the last leaves on an already naked tree. People pass, wrapped in their own thoughts, and I wonder where they might be heading.
Does it matter?
Well, maybe it does, for a busy mind like mine. I smile gently at some child and make my way back home.
Back inside, the door clicks shut, and the quiet settles. The cup warms my hands, the song fades, and the day feels smaller in a good way. Nothing has changed, yet something has eased. I place the coffee on the counter, breathe once, and let the afternoon arrive carrying two new chapters for the book I’m writing.
And for the first time in a long while, I let myself be whole again.