it's in the air, on my skin, brushing against my face, caressing arms, shoulders, sucked into my lungs. lake. the smell of depth, of aliveness, of strength, quiet, presence.
ahh.
i know why this matters, the answer arrives with the question; my knowing is its knowing, its depth is mine. don't try to understand, those are just words - what matters is this -
ahh.
yes
ReplyDeleteI liked this entry a great deal.
ReplyDeleteBe careful, it can turn into hedonism. I don't say it's wrong. Being an hedonist is. Well, as long as you don't need anything else.
ReplyDeleteAh-Hoo-Ah! (Expressed loudly with vigor)
ReplyDelete:>)
To be at peace is something we all need once in a while :)
ReplyDeletePeace.
ReplyDeleteNice. I know what you mean, even though I never consciously thought before about "smelling lake!"
ReplyDeleteSounds as if you've been reading Atwood's "Surfacing" ? Probably not, but reminded me of it.
ReplyDeletePeace
To all the affirmatives; thank you, all, thank you.
ReplyDeleteImemine, cautions again, why? Holding back is the stupidest thing I could do...
Bert, I prefer to be at peace always... but will take what comes.
Darius, that's cool!
Goatman, no, but I will now.