Sitting here playing my ukulele, hearing the birds sing the tunes; a melodic interlude. The spangled drongo sounds it’s unique call; overall it’s a good day.

By all accounts life is pleasant; loved ones are safe and no need to escape. Reality is quite kind; after all of these years.

No fears, no worries; no hurry. To get to the next place. Calm mind, free time. To write this momentary uttering.

Pen back to paper after several long months. Adjusting to the new balanced me. The ordinary and somewhat boring me. The words don’t seem to flow like they used to. But it’s a start.