It’s like when you think it’s all gone to shit, just when everything seems to be collapsing and the walls are crumbling around your ears, you look around and realise that, well, things can get better.
It’s like how when you’re down, you finally realise who your true friends are; you see the difference between those who ask stupid questions and those who genuinely seek to help a nigger out.
It’s having someone who, no matter what’s happened or how broke you are, is always there to offer a kind word, a long squeezy hug and to throw a dog the occasional bone.
It’s being so low that you lose all expectations and pressures, and you finally survey the landscape unblinkered and see your life, your work, your people and your things for what they really are.
It’s appreciating the finer details without losing sight of the big picture.
It’s playing tennis in the rain or eating cheesy pasta or chibage or guavas or simply kissing the one you love.
It’s … Liverpool.