. . . bright, sunshiney day.
I can see all the obstacles in my way.
And how.
I am endeavoring to live frame-by-frame, and stop making up shit that just isn't happening. The next scene hasn't been written yet.
Anything I have with me at any given moment is all I have, necessarily.
One cup of coffee.
One glass of water.
The music from PTD's The Shadow Box.
A couple of people with whom I am loosely acquainted.
One computer.
Everything around me is serving its desired purpose for the moment - as am I; I honestly couldn't ask for anything else.
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