And while I’m away, I watch myself coping. Dysfunction looks familiar unlike the song of the bird that wakes me up each morning, undulating like a red ribbon. Trying to rationalise every new piece of information, I find myself browsing the internet, looking up the name of this particular bird. Animalia… chordata. A blob of yellow on the chest... Then getting carried away, forgetting all about dysfunction and coping. 

The fig tree casts its protective shade over me. A multitude of unknown species buzz their hearts out, such effortless communication.

A new way of being me is as scary as it is tempting. A thought so green, so realistic.