First coffee of the day, a patch of sun coming through the window, a lazy cat stretching its limbs within hand’s reach for the occasional petting, the early morning mist lifting as the radio plays toccata and fugue in d minor once again. The cheap flooring is peeling off. My brand new socks look terrible after just one wear. I think of the toasted bagel I will have later – with the next cup of instant coffee that tastes of routine and it ain’t bad. It’s thursday, there’s nothing special at all going on but I am happy and right this moment I feel privileged.

what is bad now, is bad now only.
what is good now, is good always.