Essay: Walking quotidian
By Jan Worth-Nelson Feb 2010
Enough blessed light now for after-work walking in fluffy snow. Watched the flakes land on my old leather coat sleeve - old magic retrieved. IPod in the pocket the greatest invention since the flush toilet.
I am in my own world, listening to Laurence Juber's lush PCH and reclaiming peace in my own life, remembering the night we saw him at Alva's on Eighth Street in San Pedro — just him sitting on a stool on that little stage, a gorgeous night with my husband and our friends, the West Coast commune.
Lucky to have sturdy, sunny memories to get through February.
Lucky to have life that thrives apart from ignorant people.
Lucky to have the quotidian familiarity of legs and feet doing what they're supposed to do, gently walking, my hoodie snug over my head, my worn black gloves.
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