and it is

And then there are those times in bed when no one shut the outside light by your window off,

And as it shines overhead you can pretend it's the moon-

as your breathing to yourself, 'just fine, just fine.'

I feel in these moments that I have never been further from knowing what I am doing:

A reminder that every day, we are all just living.

So you turn to those memories and images that almost have a texture in your mind.

And you're skiing through the snow in the woods in Vermont, 

or you're jumping down the sand dunes like they're the end of the earth-

And they are.

Then you're running barefoot down the dark cobbled streets:

And the pitter of your feet patters 'Just fine, just fine.'