Independence

 I am beginning to see that I have more choices than I am willing to acknowledge.  For example, I could be listening to bouncy music instead of crafting this humble prose.  Indeed, it is easier to see my present situation as incongruous.

For example, the headlights of 602, the bus going to Medical Transit Center, is shining towards me from my right.  I am sitting on a metal bench next to number 5’s stop as I type this onto my iPad.  I feel tiny droplets of water on my face as if from someone’s spittle.

Definitely incongruous but also affably personal.  This is my life now...and this is not a statement or manifesto.  It is just a humble way of letting the now into my morning.

As I finish this piece, I hear the mild rattle of a bicycle’s chain.  I look up to catch a faint impression of a fellow human being.  Nothing grandiose nor paltry about that presence...just another piece of the now infiltrating my morning.