Exposure

I am calm, relaxed, chill. Everything is okay. Life is okay. Death is okay. This day is okay. The clouds are okay. The chill in the air is okay. The fall is okay. My job is okay. My friends are okay. This man following me is okay. Many people cannot deal with my rugged handsomeness and have no choice but to follow close behind and furtively take pictures. I understand, sir, I get it. It's okay.