There’s nothing better than a day that starts well.
That’s the start you crave.
And if the woman in the car cuts you off
and the guy at the bar laughs at you
you’re still breathing.
If the bank won’t play the sort of overdraft game you crave
and if they say your craft isn’t the same as anything worthy of a rave
you are still breathing.
The day will come and go and there’ll
be another. Unless you die in your sleep
which is arguably the best way to go.
But it’s not something I’m interested in – right now. I must say.
What I love is breathing.
Having a great day – or knowing it has started the right way.