you'll make it

I had a pleasant conversation with D- the apartment maintenance volunteer - tonight upon returning home from classes. It really was lovely, and left me in a relatively good mood.
I'm assuming D's around 70+. I've always thought of him as a gentle Scottish soul, despite what others might have said about him.

So, by the mailbox downstairs, we exchange a few words. I tell him it's a busy time, to which he replies with such natural confidence and belief, "Don't worry about it. You'll make it."
I've never really had a grandfather. So for now I will hold on to the idealistic features of grandfatherhood that I can extract from D. Sometimes all you need is a elder paternalistic figure to assure you that it will really all be okay.

listening: nick drake - blossom friend