Acts of simple kindness. Reverberate through me like song, and break wide open into an insuppressible smile, written on my face. A woman held the garbage lid open for me as I disposed of my human rubbish. A young man working the seafood buffet pauses and lends a sturdy arm for my Linny to hold tight as she shuffles down the walk.

Earnest work, sweat beads on my brow as my skin darkens under a noon sun as I work through morning chores; tie the recycle, flipping bacon in its sizzling burnt white salty fat in a clean skillet on the hot pad. Realign oft used metal stakes to keep our canvas homes tethered to the ground and hang damp towels on the line.

Diving into the ocean, lukewarm and calm with no company for 100 yards and break the surface like I’ve never breathed the air before. Float and bask and realign my rhythm with the natural vibrations of motion and shift with tectonic plates and trust my circadian rhythm and the waxing and waning of cosmic cycles.

Simple pleasures, simple truths. Heartbeat and heartache sweeping change and ritual movements and trip trip trip down a blind path, neither light nor dark but absolute in its surety of nothing in particular.