This morning I ventured forth into the big wide world after sequestering myself unto myself inside my little rented abode for the past few days. And guess what? The outside world and its inhabitants are still there.

The food servers at one of my favorita breakfast cafes were still there, scribbling down orders of chef specials and returning arms laden with thick white platters of eggs and breakfast meats. There were lots of regulars, placing orders and gobbling up the abundance of foods placed in front of them.

Yes, they were all still there.
And this morning, I was too.
Still there. Mingling with the regulars while smearing loads of orange marmalade all over my well buttered wheat toast.
Feeling glad to be here so that I could be still there.