So you put your head down and get on with the day.
There is charm in a blatant peach sunset, in Calylilly green, in movies from Hyderbhai’s library.
There is a lightness. An incredible lightness of being.
There is laughter, in old friends teasing. In connecting.
In health tales from oldies-goldies, in the retelling of family yarns.
In lanes that turn and new shortcuts discovered-a pleasure not to be sniffed at.
At some level, one watches on, the spectator, the joker in the pack.
In all of this, what is there to write?