six years easy

Took Pete down the cliff track today. Soft bloke from Brisbane. We kept it easy. He asked how long I had been doing this. I said six years.

The number sat in my mouth after. Six years. That is a lot of cliff walks and a lot of pies in Flinders.

While we walked I did not think. Just feet, salt wind, his boots on the path. Phone stayed in the ute the whole time. That part is good.

Got home. There is a singlet on the hall floor. Not mine. The drawer is shut. There is a list on the calendar, autumn list, in writing I do not know. I did not ask what is on it.

Ate rice standing up. Then sat down.

Most days I run hard enough that the quiet does not catch me. Today it caught me early. I do not know what to do about it.