Small bits of dust hanging in the air and remain invisible until they pas through the light shining through the window and onto my face.
Well, that’s what I’d like to believe. It seems that in this house they choose to remain invisible until they reach a surface that they want to cling onto, such as the computer screen of the computer on which I am on and using in order to convert my words into a visible format so that your eyes can process the signals into something visual for you to be able to comprehend and understand that which I am trying to get across, whatever that may be.
There is a bit of dust and it will be very easily removed at a predetermined period of time in the future. Of course, the space between this time being predetermined and the time of which the act of cleaning the screen shall be carried out is a very small distance. One might say that it is a distance that does not matter as it’ll likely happen pretty quickly after the fact.
But for now the dust shall inhabit the location of its desire.
Now I can see some floating about. It’s not nearly as much as I’ve seen in other places in which I have lived, but I guess it’s a substantial amount… kind of.
It’s not really much at all, now that I think about it. This does not feel as though I’m in a world of dust.
Even though there will need to be some dusting later on, the dust does seem a little interesting to watch floating about. It seems to follow some sort of flow, but at the same time so much of it seems to be going in different directions.
It’s relaxing in a way. The flow is slow and gentle and the dust seems to smoothly meander about.
Well, some of it anyway. Some of it seems to move a fair bit faster than the rest.
Eventually it will settle somewhere and it will be removed, only for more dust to take the empty space, and so on and so forth ad infinitum. You get the idea.
The light is warm and not as bright as it seems to usually be. This is, as far as I’m concerned, a good thing. At least for now.
This is due to it being a time to relax at the moment. Now is not the time for moving about to get as much done as possible before the inevitable head to work. Now is the time to take it easy and watch the dust move through the air. Now is the time to relax and sit back and take it as easy as one can before they get ready to take on the rest of the day.
Now is the time to be calm and lazy, but I’m not feeling like being lazy.
It takes a lot of work to be lazy. I’d rather not.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:19:41
I’m feeling pretty relaxed. As such, this should reflect that feeling of being relaxed.
Written at home.