I had this line in my head. ‘I want to get to the heart of how you feel.’ Couldn’t stop thinking about it. Didn’t know what to do with it. If I played an instrument, I might’ve used it in a song. Written it, recorded it, played it to an audience who all spontaneously burst into tears because it was so damn beautiful. Wouldn’t need to shower when I got off stage. Cleansed by all the people who love me. Maybe I’ll use the line one day. Put my arm around somebody’s shoulder or hold their hand and I say that line with so much compassion that they do open up. Didn’t even need to sing it. Maybe it’ll remind me of this moment as the rain pitter-patters on the cabin roof. Today the rain is a blessing, yesterday the rain was a curse, the weather can wallop a wallet, or pickpocket a pretty old purse. A snail travelled over my shoe last night. It left a slimy trail. I gave that snail a round of applause. A rapturous round of applause. I might have even w