It's that feeling again. I step on cemented ground with the same sinking feeling. In the midst of those high rise buildings, my lethargic steps start to move. The same routine follows...I try to scoop the regulars from my handbag and like every single day, get into the scouting battle for a couple of minutes. Troubled and harrowed faces around me with seemingly the same sinking feeling. Disinterested but determined to follow the routine, determined to complain at the end of the day and determined to remain bound.
I close my eyes and within seconds try to transport myself back. I am walking on the quiet cobbled streets again...There a smiling old couple and there the laughing younger lot. People busy chatting in an alien langauge...at ease, happy. The homeless playing the best guitar and the proud wrinkled lady basking in the winter sun. There a gleeful pet dog jumping with affection and then the strong alternating whiff of coffee and smoke filling the air. The breeze is chilly and yet it embraces me with a soothing warmth. Sipping into the refreshing strong coffee in that cafe on the cobbled street, I get the feeling...There isn't a need to worry, to conform, to think.
