20 minutes early, because I wanted to be here…

Be here on time – i’m not cutting my other important things short (full day @ the office, boo has a gift that is a token of my love for her…)
Be here – right here, a bench where I can hear the rainhit the plants to my right, where I hear the bus come ideling by, the squeak of applied brakes, the light cooling breeze on a grey day heading to evening…
Be here, with my anxious self, realizing the contradiction of fearless terrification (goes well with my cautious rebel side)… Hope I learn to see where being here isn’t a monumental task, but, like Pooh, just is.

S.