Den Bosch Markt

About 30 thousand people were in my backyard today -- uninvited, mind you. All just walking by me (I like it that way), but still, what were they doing there? Sometimes, I fear I suffer from some serious mental issues. And I'm inviting them all, seeing that it keeps happening. But I feel like that's the kind of thing I would remember and subsequently hate myself for doing so until it's long over (and I attempt forgiveness). I don't visit my backyard every day anymore. I used to, and I might again in the future, but every time I do, it's full of these foreign (yet slightly familiar) faces. And it's taking everything for me to keep calm -- to respect that they are all there to survive and because, like me, they love the place. Despite all I've tried (realistically nothing, except for whishing as hard as a human ever has,) I seem to have no control over whether they show. However, after meditating on it for a while, I've figured out the one thing I can do, something as easy as doing nothing -- not doing something (looking, in this case.) Oh, how hard it is to have the Den Bosch markt as a backyard.