About things. About life.

I'm feeling good. About things. About life. Because I am giving free rein. To my imagination. In ways that make me happy. No reason to worry. Or fret. Because I am engaged. In life. With the people I meet. At least one or two strangers. Every day. Yesterday. A woman from Haiti. She speaks French.  And an old man. With a cane. Having difficulty rising from his chair. I offered to help. No. He's going to do it himself. But he appreciated my gesture. We exchanged good vibes.  That's all it takes. To feel good. About things. About life. --Jim Broede