you can't cage a bird when they're made to be free

i'm sitting at la boulange this morning.

enjoying a large cappuccino

and a lovely bowl of oats

i love oatmeal.

this kind of stuff makes me feel really good.

and it's the kind of stuff i feel guilty for doing, august through may.

i do it anyway, but deep down in the pit of my stomach i always feel a little anxiety about it.

but not today.

i am  neglecting nothing.

i'm free.

free to let my mind wander.

free to relax.

free to enjoy.