Quiet Saturday morning and the house is still asleep. The thoughts and ghosts in the mind of have faded to the background. The “Now” has moved forward on the stage. I’ll blink and the rush of day will take over. But for now I’ll drink in and be nourished by the moment and remember to come back to it, the now, in the rush later.
3 comments:
That guy's boss won't give him any peace... overworks him and makes him do lots of inane busy work. The poor guy can't even have a quiet weekend morning to ponder life's philosophies.
You and your hands... that big finger says it all.
Yes, I know that guy all to well. I hope your ok.
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