On my way home

Passing by the Natural History Museum.
It seems that the people are all walking faster than me.
That's fine.
Why should I walk as fast as them?
What time is it?
I don't know. Doesn't matter.
There is no desire to walk any faster or slower.
I feel at ease now.
Feeling,
Every air molecule that touches my face,
The cool air at the back of my neck,
My hair rustling in the wind,
Every breath,
Every step.
In this moment,
I am no longer the centre of everything,
I am everything.
I fill my reality with myself.
Taking in every sound, every sight, every breath, every smell.
Thoughts come and go.
I let it come and go.
This is reality,
My reality.
Everything around me,
I am aware.
I know where I am going.
I put my feet exactly where I want them to be.
I take in each breath with awareness.
I feel at ease.
No shred of automacticity.
No sign of disorder.
In this moment, this step, this breath, this thought,
I am myself.
Can it get more real than this?
Can it really get more real than this?