Day 18: smidgins of joy
The smidgin of joy in wearing jeans.
A mere filigree of joy today: it is cool enough to wear jeans, and then only because they are threadbare after five years’ wear.
One back pocket needs mending. I was holding out for a replacement and consigning this pair of jeans to the rag pile. Story of my life: a decent substitute for these jeans remains elusive.
Another note: I have been at my desk so long that I cannot adopt the pose struck above. No joy there. That is all. Except for the filigree tendrils on the loofah vine.
One more reluctant smidgin: the two prunes I have just eaten on the way back from taking the above photo.
Okay, so twist my arm: I will concede to feeling the tiniest speck of hope as a contemplate the grand theme of turning points, and how I might be almost on the cusp of one.
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