This is a time
November 26, 2013 § Leave a comment
But, how beautiful the light is this morning. A sun so clear and so bright; all buildings picked out beautifully in their detail; the trees in their delicacy silhouetted.
In this period, I know peace again. I know again, I find, how to be alone and how to use time. In London I was scarcely able to stand still — would pace even, the platforms, awaiting trains — and I grew quite anxious and excited in solitude, quite disturbed. Never did I do nothing, but rather: thought always in staccato and acted constantly. On transport: reading or taking notes. Walking: texting, drafting. Only music would occasionally release me from activity. From this anxiety of doing.
Now I do, but quite differently. The structure of my days is largely mine to make. I may observe and adjust my energy levels, as necessary.
It is beautiful today. High pressure. An expansive sky, blue, clear. Warm sun-lit yellow accents.