A surprising shift from the daily routine (a tiny but potent tweak), and suddenly I own my day more than it has sworn to own me.
So I run out in the winter-rare sunshine to meet it.
A twist in events could occur at any time – I know that – so I sit in a café post-run, quite still, for as long as I can.
I drink my coffee in delicious solitude. I write, watch nothing happening around me, and listen to some reggae music beating its warm heart out (in its offbeat kind of way).
Simple serendipity. It’s not an everyday thing, but I guess it could be.