I was on top of it all.
And then all of a sudden from nowhere came a wave of something like sadness or worry or being unable to sit in my own skin.
It was as if I was a character in one of the Roadrunner cartoons and I looked up and there was the big Acme anvil heading straight for me. Dark grey crush looming.
For the first time in ages I wished I had some kind of pill, a tonic, a pick-me-up just to pull me out of the path of that anvil. But I didn’t and I don’t.
So there was only one option.
Walking, walking, walking.
Get the heartbeat up. Puff it out all out.
Breathe it all out.
And at the park the water was almost midnight blue. Rippling like velvet sliced thin.
And I saw two birds, cormorants, on the pier, snuggling. Leaning in to each other as if the other one was the only thing that mattered in the world.
And for some reason those birds made me cry. There I was walking along the harbour shore, walking and crying, crying and walking. Like an eccentric character in a European film. I might as well have been wringing my hands.
And then I saw this woman standing near the boat ramp looking up at the clouds as the sunset took over the sky. And it was as if she was commanding that sunset, slowly turning it on.
She jumped down, dressed in running gear, all black like a commando and gave me a hug. A complete stranger. And I don’t know why she did it but I’m glad she did. And then she said : It’s going to be alright. Look at that sky.
And then she ran off, her feet barely touching the ground. I couldn’t see them but it is entirely possible she had wings on her heels. Or maybe it was the power of the sunset sky because it did seem that she came from the clouds.
She was definitely a spirit in the material world.