In the Bag

I am a wandering wonderer; with all my needs in a small rucksack I ride the tube and walk the streets, occasionally stopping in libraries or cafés to write my dissertation for a while or to sip a coffee for longer. Slowly I am refilling my paddling pool of inner peace. I would have to say I feel a sadness at the moment, a humming, low sort of sadness, and it is a sad time. And slowly I am finding small bits of comfort; from my friends, from my work, and from my rucksack. You see what I've realised is that wearing a rucksack double-strapped is a little like being hugged. Like having a little small furry koala bear on your back, putting its little arms around you, hugging you all day. This thought is giving me a very small warm happiness, a little warm lump in my stomach, and it is nice to get this little bit of happy in this little dose.