Above me, high up in the sky, the clouds slide over my life.
I wore blue leggings, navy blue to be specific! I wore a highlighter yellow t-shirt. I desired to be the sunshine, the only other known to humankind.
My mind is full of clouds, this crazy world I reside.
On the windows edge sits a small jar of marbles, the wind blows around it and specks of dust lay on my eyes.
I only wanted to buy some snacks from the store. I felt the gravel doing summersaults on my eyeballs.
After the short walk through the wind tunnel of the street, I wiped muck off my face ten thousand times.
What I get up to today, you’ll never know.
If ever there was a day to reflect, I hear Saturday is the worst day to select.
It’s usually busy and predictable.
But would you bet on a Saturday to meditate? Mediate? Or simply to differentiate from the time we already have allotted to us?
I guess that’s a question for you to facilitate?