Saturday morning. Bodybalance with Klevin. An hour of stretching, tai-chi, yoga and pilates. There were quite a few beginners in the class today, so Klevin went easy on us. I prefer it when he makes it hard for me. And still this is my one true moment of relaxation every week. Close your eyes, let your arms and legs go. Breathe…

Klevin’s voice can turn your body to putty and your mind goes into a place that is nowhere.

But class is over. Sauna first, quickly, then a hothothot shower. There aren’t many people in the gym today, no, not on a Saturday morning. Party all night Friday. Haven’t done that in ages. Do I miss it though? No, probably not.

Days go slow now, and fast too when the hours seem to blend together. My left eye feels better, still slightly swollen on the lower lid (not called a lid when it’s on the bottom, what, then?) and I can feel my lashes flutter over it softly.

Today is a soft day, a fragile day.

Nisa will pick me up later, off to the Curve and Borders we go. It’s a thing we do, nearly every Saturday afternoon. Routine calms us, reassures us nothing changes, that the world will be okay. (But what about our world?) Doesn’t matter that her brother will be admitted for surgery tomorrow and that she is still looking for a room to rent since I bailed on her last month. Things will be okay.

We will walk into Borders, settle down in some comfy sofa chairs in the adjoining Starbucks, browse through vapid entertainment magazines and tomes of literature that are too serious to be any good, really. At least I would. She will grab all the non-fiction, especially the autobiographies. Men and women to admire. What travails and troubles; what courage! (They lived to tell the tale, that’s what matters, innit?)

Sweet, strong coffee; smells good. She will smile and sip it slowly. I burn my lips watching her. Maybe she is happy. More than me, anyway.

Life can be simple.

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Current Mood: Quiet.
Current Music: Beck - Everybody’s Gotta Learn Sometimes