The way in which the world flies by, I in it - enveloped by its surrounding. The speed of summer, its heat in July, our reluctance in accepting its upcoming end in August, the tell-tale chill of Fall in September.
Knowing this, what would you change now? What would I change?
Not a thing.
The pull of the mind, distracted by alternative motivations - perhaps preservation of self? - tugging us aside, off-track. The lull of the open space, its sweet intoxication - registering first as the absence of sound in the ears, travelling further inside, down the spiral, to land in a warm place of heart.
The beauty of everything, and nothing all together, intermixed, enriched naturally, and perfectly palatable.
Thank you for this.