Yesterday

Yesterday was the day I woke up after a bad dream about trains, appointments in distant cities, railway stations like labyrinths and not enough money for the fare;

Yesterday was the day I had to wait four hours at the police station because of a stolen handbag containing passport, credits cards and mobile phone, plus a few make-up items and photos of the beloved ones;

Yesterday was the day I discovered Sylvia Plath.

Life is wonderful.