How many times has this happened? … quite interesting to think about it!!
‘The weight of the casualness of the Little Lies, deployed to pull the escape hatch, as you have done so many times before. I’ll remember this moment.’ … Inspired by – “The perfume of sandalwood, rosebay, or jasmine cannot travel against the wind. But the fragrance of virtue travels against the wind, as far as the ends of the world. By The Dhammapada, The Dhammapada: The Sayings of the Buddha.
Just another day.
Walking cross-town to the office.
Paddling in an introvert’s dichotomy soup – preferring to be held in the comforts of Home, of the Known, yet, nourished by the anonymity of the city. The City. Where I can walk for days, for weeks, and never be recognized, and never recognize anyone. Where you can walk for blocks in your own head and remain peacefully undisturbed, in your anxieties, your doubts, and flashes of unexpected wonder. A small dog on a leash, sniffing, then pulled by the owner, both navigating through the rush hour throngs of feet. I watch them. The branches of a Japanese bonsai tree in a small green patch fluttering in a wind gust, as the hulking, soulless gray skyscrapers glare from above. I look back to carry it with me. A bird, or a small flock of birds, sailing in the wind tunnel…
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