Evening

It is nighttime. The temperature: mild. The hour: late. My mood: glum. Steering my mind gently to a spot beside sadness, I open myself to the beauty of the world around me. The sound of distant traffic, the feeling of the breeze upon my face, the sudden crunch of a twig underfoot.

Good friends, lazy evenings. The bag on my back and the way I’m holding my shoulders. The placement of every step and the position of my tongue in my mouth and how open my eyes are. And then, a sudden realization: I didn’t know my undies chafed.

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