Wandering Mind

Today, I have gazed out of the window.

I see that it's not raining. For the first day this year? Quite possibly.

I see the sun is setting. Shining through the picturesque tower block flats. Oh, the beauty of the industrial backdrop. Quite calming.

I see into the house opposite. The kitchen. I find them making food, talking on the phone, talking to each other. They see me watching. Quite embarassing.

I see the walks of shame. Sunday morning, Sparkly clothes and high-heeled shoes. Quite amusing.

I see my thoughts. Manifested in the clouds in the sky; the birds in the trees; the cat on the fence; the people passing by. I see the bigger picture. Quite satisfying.

I see that I have friends. Friends who will walk me home in the early hours so I don't get mugged or raped or shot. Friends who are like me; friends who like me. Friends who are genuinely happy to see me; to know me. Quite flattering.

I see that it doesn't matter much about the rest. I see that I am here, and I am alive. Who I am is my choice; what I want to be I have plenty of time to find.

I don't need to see much more than that.

On the jukebox: Snow Patrol ~ Chasing Cars