I've been sitting out on my (newly updated) patio a lot. It's weird to do that. I am a busy person; my friends have always noted that I'm "extremely," "exhaustingly," even "horribly" busy. So this is strange for me.
I'm not writing, not planning, not marketing, not on my computer, not really thinking. Sitting out there, listening to the birds, watching the trees, swatting at the pesky mosquitoes, listening to the wind... Just being, I guess.
This won't last. A new idea will catch my interest; a new hobby will obsess me. I'm made to be busy. But for right now, it's nice...in an odd way...to sit outside under the Edison lights and listen to the fountain and experience the quiet stillness of the gathering dusk.
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