Saturday morning, he goes down to his favorite bakery to buy a couple of bran muffins and a coffee to go. As he is waiting for his order to be finished, he hears the bell atop the door ring, and what he sees is his ex-girlfriend from a few years back. It immediately brought back some bad memories, and now he’s at a loss for words.
They looked at each other, neither one said a word, and when his order was ready, he paid for his stuff, and left the premises. All the way home, he he wished that he never went out. When he finally arrives at his home, he puts the muffins on the counter, then go to his spot on the floor and meditate, knowing that it will clear up his head.
I write because this is what I do.