Stay calm

Back in our old town to start again, or to end again, I’m less discontent than I’ve been for years. Even X allows himself the odd smile as we walk around and unpack in the spring light, under the chorus of small birds on the roof above us and in the trees around us. Stay calm, he says. This doesn’t mean we’re not still in danger. You’re only happy when you’re leaving or arriving, or both. Soon tedium will set in, maybe tonight, probably at dusk, which is already setting in. So stay calm and be prepared.