“Breathin’ in deep city breaths, sittin’ on shitty steps; we stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept.”
- Mos Def, Talib Kweli & Common
Sometimes the concrete is suffocating. Sometimes I worry about the present, why I am where I am, am I in the wrong place for my age, should I have achieved more.
Often I worry about the future and whether I’ll ever be anything more than what I am today.
I need little reminders that things are ok; the memory of the taste of the fresh seafood which I ate on my recent holiday; lying in dappled shade in the park; sunlight shining like a halo behind a cloud.
A golden leaf falling into my lap.
Or the scent of chicken poo in the city?
These worries, they become stronger as you get older. Don’t know what to do about it but cherish the things you cherish. Like a golden leaf choosing to fall into your lap.
I saw dragonflies last weekend, most vivid red and luminous blue. You don’t get that in the city and it makes you smile a different way.