The happy place

Today I saw a little girl carefully balancing through the train car with a small box of strawberry jam clutched to her heart, a frown of deep concentration was on her little face as she passed me by

Walking the same path some time later: a big bald man, a miniature whiskey bottle in his giant fist, clutched also

And I got word of a dead relative through SMS from my mum (who I don’t talk to much no more, we’ve run out of things to say to each other)

And I quit my old job, as the new one is lined up finally

And lastly, I saw a man with a big butt crack walking by, wearing black jeans jacket and black jeans. There was something sad I couldn’t put my finger on, his eyes maybe, about his kind face. (I saw this as I went for a stroll to stretch my weary legs …)

An eventful journey indeed