A clear sky breaks from the rain and allows a little bit of light into my life, so that I can once again see the sky and feel the breeze whilst also only having my eyes partially open as it may be a little bit too bright, or something. Time to wield the sunglasses, I guess.
And yet, there is a sense of not moving whatsoever. Sure, I am moving through space, around atoms and slowly moving through them as they transform to give me the appearance of being in movement, but I am merely not moving, despite what the illusion shows.
Well, I feel like I am not moving. There is a sense of not moving. Perhaps all that is around me is what is moving and I am stationary as it passes on by. I am stuck in a fixed place, and that around me instead experiences the motion that I cannot.
Of course this is a reason for concern, for it should be my own being that moves and not that which is around me, but I am kind of content about the whole situation. There is little I can do about it, aside from wait and wait and then wait some more. I can also spend some time hoping that it does not rain, for that may make things a bit harder; especially if it really is me that is not the one doing the moving.
This is a bit of a conundrum. Perhaps instead of waiting, I should try and take initiative and find a way to move. I outstretch my arm, but instead of it reaching out, all that that is moving moves slightly so that I am farther away from its point of reaching.
Still concerning, but still unconcerned.
Still, the sun is nice. It is warm and the weather is pretty.
The path moves underneath my feet as they walk on the spot and I can no longer feel the breeze. The sound of some sort of animal, or animals can be heard more than it can be felt. They are off in the distance, but they seem to approach with some sort of determination.
Above and beyond my line of sight they go, and all that is around rotates so that my head is aligned with the scene, but not my body. Still I am stuck in this place in space and still all that is is moving around and away from me. I still find myself relaxed about the situation. The wait is fine, for the scenery is beautiful and I am being carried through a series of peaceful scenarios and that is all okay by me.
However, I’d rather this end sooner rather than later, for I need to rest at some stage in the day. Hopefully sooner, but the afternoon drifts on by like clouds carried upon the currents of the air that moves them around until they are ready to once more fall upon the earth below.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:48:45
I guess this is kind of a lighter post.
Kind of whimsical, I think.
Kind of grounded.
Written at home.