Journaling
Yesterday, I noticed my surroundings again. The trees, the hedges, the leaves. The rain’s noise on the leaves. And the quiet. I had so often complained about this country I immigrated to. I still did. But then it began making these small gestures. Moments that engulfed a range of shades and noises and quiet. Suddenly I’d notice who and where I was: an adult, emotionally torn but mostly fine. It was okay; life was okay. I had thoughts now and then: how to earn more, what side hustles I could do, I wasn't saving enough… Money – it was always money. And when it was not, it was about my love life or other concerns. Things always found a way to stall me. Perhaps a bit like yesterday’s moment beneath a tree. The evening rain had lightened when I took the rubbish out. For a capsule-like moment, a marvelous quiet reigned, and all I did was watch a squirrel hesitate.
Caner Akin is a Bristol-based engineer, who crafts flash fiction between actors lab and gym sessions.