Sitting in the quiet room after work I used what I learnt in post-yoga relaxation to ease into my body. This sets up a different quality than the struggling and fighting that normally happens the first minutes of sitting. Relaxing down into my trunk, shoulders beginning to tingle, whistles in my head, future OK, past OK, I sensed I was waiting. For what? Doesn’t matter what, just that I was waiting. So it was natural to find the source of this waiting feeling, and it was like following a magnet, a repelling magnet among an organic, non-metallic body – my own. And once sourced, the waiting ceased and a new level of stillness drew near.

A short walk home, stars bright, a car being directed in the lane by a French lady, then home and in the kitchen, my girl making supper, and we danced to Be Good Tanyas – The Littlest Birds. First time I’d heard them. In her arms.