1 Nov 2009
posted in self
I woke up this morning to find myself wrapped up in an old friend's arms: Mist.
There was something comforting about the way it dampened reality by overlaying a softness filter inside and out.
Focus was on my immediate and close needs. Preserving heat, stretching distal limbs, and bootstrapping my brain out of its haze into adagio mode.
The night's dew has dried up. Hello world.
Currently playing in iTunes: Biber's Passagalia for unaccompanied violin by Andrew Manze & Richard Egarr
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