Sitting at my window and why not? My eyes tell me what is in the yard and I can calculate what the night was like by what has been arranged and rearranged in the view. But, the world is a forgive, forget and at the very least a move along place. The view has no memory, no feelings those are my domain. Perhaps a luxury to be able to move on seamlessly in your life letting the storms pass and ignoring the debris left behind. Perhaps the baby raccoons that live in the sewer escaped the flood or perhaps not - the view and the world care not - they have moved to the next chapter. So while the thunder and rain outside kept me from sleep so also did my thoughts. Reflection and introspection - considering and reconsidering - always wondering why some situations compel us to action or words we later come to if not doubt at least rewrite in our minds. And then there are the moments that launch us into our past. And once there do we fear for ourselves - of course not for we have moved on but we carry burdens the world has cast upon the ground. Fear of what and for who - for others who have walked the same paths - certainly some of that is part of today. Vanity? A need to be right or to be heard - for some I am sure. For me? I wonder but as you can see it is irrelevant because I converse with myself. And what is your last memory of the night - what sight did you take to bed and then awaken to? Was it the mist hanging heavy in the tree branches? Where have you seen that before? Draped like a shroud hanging by the last threads and seemingly seeking the earth. For what purpose would it leave the heavens and paste the earth in gloom? Its only on this side of the glass where this is considered. Little people of the world - this is what has been given with the sunrise. No different than yesterday and the same as tomorrow - except for your view.
Posted on: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 12:23:03 +0000