Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Contemplation and other words that start with C.

The moon is out, a sliver like a cup in the sky. I am contemplating Creation and Completion and Cohesion.

My mind is foggy but silent. Tranquil. The air is Chill but bearable, the scent of the night carrying a very faint, almost indistinguishable trace of grass and sweet peas. I don't know where the sweet peas come from. I live in the Center of town. But it's there all the same, perhaps traveling from the small field a block away.

I feel Content and Complete. I feel Capable. I feel slightly Catatonic.

I feel Carefree.