How do you relax?
Hi-ho and hello.
I’d say the answer is coffee…no, no it’s the music that I need to help the pulse. But then it’s not. It’s something more, something innocuous and blase. It’s an amalgamation of the temperate weather, the warm and bitter aroma from the coffee and it’s dark lacquered elixir that touches the lips, and the cacophony of delicious musically entwined notes that tickle my fancies and feed my dreams.
When those elements are just right I drop the tunes low, enough that it’s more a faint dribble of what is known that can be hardly deciphered. And I breathe. I don’t turn the telly on, I don’t write, not yet and I breathe and listen to the silence, the soft tunes that trickle in and out and breathe through the hour or two that I find a moment to relax.
But then there are the night hours. When I’m tangled and teased with the fretful night teases it’s dark shadows with alluring light of something unknown…these aren’t so much hours of relaxation than more a planning of the next morning, the next week, or my self worrying into the nonsense of the imaginations will.
C’est La Vie
Good night and Good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support, for coming time and again and dealing with my unruly and untimely drops that have gone to the winds lately. Thank you. Thank you for being you and staying awesome.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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