Four hours.
That was the time I sat there.
Still.
Silent.
Watching.
Drifting.
The leaves swayed in the wind.
The clouds delighted in shapeshifting.
And I just...
existed inside it all.
Gave my thoughts permission to wander
and listened to the paths they walked.
I find, in hours that float,
wells of inquiry,
intrusions begging for a moment
to be seen.
The music shifts,
a…
