Telling: Streams & Logs

Best Day Ever


It is Saturday. I have departed. I have arrived in transit, here where nothing more will be asked of me until I find myself there. I have done all that I will do to prepare. Nothing more to gather and fold. Nothing to clean and close. Nothing needed. Nothing desired. Just let myself be carried along.

If I could just sit here and disengage. If I could believe that all is well, no vigilance required. If I could let myself down into the well. Relax into the float. No hands.