So I’m a day late on this Substack. Forgive me. It’s hard to think of something to write EVERY SINGLE WEEK. And to be honest, life has been incredibly boring and same-same and nice. Just plain nice. There aren’t many lemons to make lemonades with. I should not be complaining!
Last weekend I went out on the water on a friend’s boat. We floated down the river, ate fruit salad with great dollops of cream, and dove off the handrailings, into a sea of jellyfish the size of my head.
As Ash and I were waiting for the boat, legs draped over the wooden pier, she asked me how I was doing, what was up, what’s been happening.
“Literally nothing,” I shrugged, embarrassed.
“Nothing? NOTHING!” she exclaimed, hands above her head. “That’s so great! Oh my God! I’m so happy for you!”.
I mentioned in my last newsletter that I have been doing yoga every week, which has been a rather surprising addition to my routine.
When I leave the studio in the evening, the clock tower chimes. I walk home in bare feet, past the glowing yellow windows, past the silent televisions. It feels incredibly romantic, the whole experience of it. I say hello to every stranger who passes me on the sidewalk. I’m sure the moon is always plump and bright, even if I don’t notice it. During these moments, I really feel like I exist on earth, that I am really here, among all the people in my neighbourhood. Does that make sense to you?