It's cold and grey...
This morning I was approaching the ferry dock to catch my harbour chariot to work and I saw the usual line of people standing there. The closer I walked the heavier my feet became and my pace slowed. My chest tightened and before I knew it I had stopped moving all together. I was one foot away from where solid concrete became the wood of the wharf. Without so much as a pause I turned and walked in the opposite direction.
An hour later I'm now sitting on the ferry writing this wondering where the fuck my head is at.
I had walked away and settled in a cafe, ordered a large coffee and stared out the window down the street. I was in no hurry to join the masses of people in the city. I was in no hurry for anything. I just wanted my own company. It's something I've been wanting more and more. As I sat there I realised that I had never before gone and sat in a cafe to enjoy a coffee BEFORE making the journey to work. Usually I get up, shower and ready myself for work, close the door behind me and head straight for the ferry. I wait until I get to work to have a coffee, but today I didn't. I sat in the window of the cafe, looked out at the grey streets and just let my mind wander.
Where is my head at?