A hawk just ate a mouse in my backyard. In the middle of the city. I watched it pick flesh off of tiny bones. Then it sat on my fence and looked at me (directly at me) before it flew off.
Today I also dyed one of my favorite running socks pink. I knew the moment I put the red blanket in the washing machine it wasn't a good idea.
But I did it anyway.
Do you think that one white sock and one pink sock will help me run faster?? White, pink, white, pink....
The confused socks are sort of representative of the mental gymnastics I've been performing recently just to put a coherent thought together.
I could sit in the sun, lie in the grass, watch the world going by, for HOURS on end without knowing how to channel this flat, sticky contentment into any kind of recognizable productivity.
I've been scatted, unfocused lately. Millions of reasons I guess.
I don't understand any of them.
At some point I chose to surrender to 'what is'.
So far. I'm happy. It's been a good summer.
