Still-Life with Eyeliner

weathering 

Slow, steady, slipping down along the sidewalks, the sounds of rainwater sneak into my rented room, filling its space with cleaner air and the scent of clay. There are groups of boys across the street gossiping drunkenly with each other about people they know. I can hear them as if they were right outside my window. But outside my window is only a tree with long pine needles low with the weight of water. I won't be able to take my tea on the balcony in the morning and I don't mind because the world sounds so alive tonight.

I am sitting in blue pajamas with a blue agate pyramid facing the screen and feeling very much at peace with my world today. But I'm unnerved that I've left off my meditation this week, a particularly guilt-worthy note in part because this month is meant to strengthen the spirit, not to let it wither. But, there's time to make amends, if you can think of it so.

Today is a day of many birthdays. And several more loom on the horizon.


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