with the passing days

i am alright now.

i am enjoying the quiet humming of the air-cond as the keyboard clicks under my fingers.

i am enjoying the introspective conversation inside my head.

i am enjoying the slow jazzy music in the hot humid tropical afternoon.

i am enjoying the slow ticking of the clock as i go about attacking my endless pile of work.

i am enjoying the little roller-coaster butterflies i get as i floor the pedal and drive the valley roads.

i am enjoying my own company, doing what i want to, when i want to.

time has made it alright.

but i am not alright that we have grown distant.