Sometimes I wake up and the mind is still tired. Not as sharp as usual, everything filtering in as through a haze. There’s a fatigue of thought and will.
At these times, I wish I were a smooth stone…
A smooth, cool stone at the bottom of a clear stream, the waters rushing from one place to another above me. The world beyond the banks of the stream clattering noisily on and I’m just there. As always.
Stoic and silent. Cool and calm.
I wish I were a smooth stone…
Redtree Times 