Walking

Walking is good for anxiety. So, I walk. Last night I walked 20 km. I just started, and I kept going. Through the streets, across the park, sun breaking through. Down to the river, few people fishing. Said hello. Kept walking. Through the woods, into town. Past the pubs, bands playing, or karaoke, people everywhere.Continue reading “Walking”

Out of Habit

Life is a firecracker sometimes, and sometimes it’s a little bar like this. This just suits me down to the ground. The Harbour Pub, it never stops surprising me just how many people it fits when it looks like someone’s front room. The library round the corner, quiet on a Tuesday afternoon. Get a bookContinue reading “Out of Habit”

Mobile Home

The summer nights get cold here. Seems counterintuitive, but that’s just how it is. I spent the last of my retirement money on this mobile home. We’ll just drive around, sleep where we stop. We’ve been bumping around inside it like two feral cats, and it’s turning into a blood sport. I drink straight fromContinue reading “Mobile Home”