Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Drift

Sometimes the incessant strumming of a chord on a guitar has a music of its own.
Like being stuck in a constant argument and relishing it.
Like driving a car in a gear that ain't at either end of the limit.
You are on cruise control and not in a rush.
At peace. In calm.
Sometimes like being surrounded by a school of fish. Swirling the water around you.
Or like at the edge of a river that is in a hurry.
Sometimes like starring at the fast changing flight schedule board at an airport, while you ain't even taking the plane.
Or the wipers of a car wiping away turbulent rain on the windshield of a car stationery.

In a un-hurry to get somewhere you often pick up thoughts stranded on the middle of your minds highway.

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