It was a beautiful day today.
Yes, a really good day.
The weather was lovely,
in fact, a bit nippy,
just the way I like it.
And the conversations I had
with my friends and workmates
were at once
stimulating and funny.
The smiles I had all day
were no mere ghosts
but the
actual genuine items.
And the necessary chores of the day
were
surprisingly delightful.
In fact,
the whole daily routine went by
unchallenged,
undisturbed.
The day began.
The day ended.
Its hours
proceeding smoothly.
I did not feel rushed.
I did not feel bored.
Everything felt normal.
So
normal.
Oh how comforting normal can be.
Oh how refreshing.
And no ideas of suicide
went through my head.
And no unwanted remembrances sprang up.
Not a single cloud appeared
to
darken my day.
Indeed,
it was a really good day,
...for me.
September 1996