The moment I got it,

You know when the window cleaner’s been?

When you’re standing in your kitchen,

mug in hand, staring at the garden,

and for a split second you think -

hang on -

have they taken the glass out?

And you’re thinking, how long has it been like that?

How long have I been squinting through smears,

thinking the world was just a bit… dull?

Or when the mist evaporates—

burned off the fields like last years hay

and suddenly there’s colour, there’s shape.

Like the world’s been redrawn with a better pen.

It was like that.

All that mangled, tangled thinking -

weeks of it, months of it -

gone.

Not because anything had changed,

but because I saw it from a different angle.

Like wading in a river,

trouser-deep and struggling to stand,

water pushing past, knees locked tight

and then for some reason -

I just lifted my feet.

I let it carry me.

I let it move me instead of moving against me.

It wasn’t a solution,

more like waking up to the absence of a problem.

And somehow,

that was enough.