Cockles and mussels

I feel like I've been transported from my July-February parallel universe, in which many things appeared to be the same as my 1977-July universe but at the same time were completely and unimaginably different, and into yet another parallel universe which looks fundamentally the same as the other two but is at the same time completely and unimaginably different. Today I feel that the thick smog that has enveloped me in recent months is beginning to lift. There are warm rays of sunshine coming through. It feels surprisingly safe and calm in this universe. I like it. I feel alive again. Alive alive-o.