Reflecting on Moments of Relaxation

Good weather sends legs itching to head out for a stroll. The sky is crystal clear, the light streaming through windows gives an warmth that seems to emanate from within. There’s something rising off your body, as if from thin air.

Back at the library, the sound of someone snoring fills the room, and after a while, I’m drifting off too. Though I didn’t quite fall asleep, the whole afternoon is filled with this light-hearted mood. After half an hour in the library, I returned to my office, only to find that some people had come over, and we talked for hours. The sky outside was still bright, suggesting infinite potential.

Just now, I was talking about these moments of relaxation, and other topics as well. Thinking about my endless musings and confessions fills me with sorrow. I walked home after that, letting myself relive the fragments from times when I felt relaxed, recalling scenes from memory or imagining them as if they were real. There’s a protective shell of imagination hovering over my mind, sipping away at the edges to allow these images to circulate freely.

Once home, I cooked dinner, changed into better clothes, and just flopped onto the bed, staring off at the sky. There’s such vastness out therenothing but open blue skiesthat makes one feel deeply content. My brain seems to want to melt into this open space, though it can’t quite form a comfortable gap for air. Perhaps I drank too much coffee earlier; even so, lying back down is more soothing than anything else.