the tepid stillness
the stillness of the tepid air, cool some though humid still envelopes me like a cocoon
the sky is gray this morning with no let up, no chance for change to a sky other than that which exists in the here and now
I am aware of my presence, acutely aware unlike some times where I hardly know that I’m alive as I’m blended into the surrounding din of a very busy and impersonal world
I am living in this moment, breathing in this moment; I am alone with my thoughts of the here and now, not of my future wants, desires and needs and certainly not in the mess and mass of yesterday’s regrets and pain
I am here now. I am alone yes and no for I do not live in a vacuum but live in a world of people and other living things yet in my moment right now I see only the gray sky intertwined with the tepid humid air
the sky is gray this morning with no let up, no chance for change to a sky other than that which exists in the here and now
I am aware of my presence, acutely aware unlike some times where I hardly know that I’m alive as I’m blended into the surrounding din of a very busy and impersonal world
I am living in this moment, breathing in this moment; I am alone with my thoughts of the here and now, not of my future wants, desires and needs and certainly not in the mess and mass of yesterday’s regrets and pain
I am here now. I am alone yes and no for I do not live in a vacuum but live in a world of people and other living things yet in my moment right now I see only the gray sky intertwined with the tepid humid air
