A cool breeze hangs in the air and all is well in the world, or at least this small pocket of the world. Lizards run about, birds fly and flap their wings and the breeze caresses all. It carries good tidings and in those good tidings a resting point is found, and that resting point carries relaxation straight to the body.
It is a time to relax. It is a time to take stock of the day and let it all float away whilst you sit there and just meld into whatever it is that you are sitting on. You become one with the object and a state of laziness washes over you as the calm music plays and the gentle breeze keeps the temperature feeling like it is lower than it actually is, and perhaps that is a nice thing.
Sitting here and doing nothing is great, but this also is a time to write at an accelerated pace and get all that needs to be done done. There are many things and there are only so many things that can be done, but the sky is soft and it’s a little muted and the colours that are coming forward are nice. They’re pleasing and pleasant, and perhaps they are as relaxed as this breeze that flows on through the area. Perhaps they are not and too are in a state of rest.
The sky appears in patches and blotches as clouds of varying shades drift on by. Light filters onto the street and into the trees and that too appears in patches. It is almost as though it is looking to highly specific parts out there, but it cannot decide as to which. Still, the contrast is nice and pleasing and all is relaxed and at ease, or at least that is how it feels, and it feeling that way is something that I find nice at the moment. It’s all easy and lazy and relaxed and that is the way that it should be for a little while longer.
Soon the evening will approach and then it will be dark. The breeze will remain felt and various objects will remain visible, but many will be more of a suggestion of themselves than they will an actual thing. The breeze will remain heard and so will various insects out there, calling out through the night and looking for something.
What it is that they are looking for, I am not sure of, though I imagine it has to do with the attraction of a mate of some sort. Their sounds call out through space and through time, and slowly, yet surely they cares the ears in the same way that the gentleness of the breeze does, or at least the perceived gentleness of the breeze does, for the breeze may seem gentle, though it is a strong and powerful wind that does more than provide a sense of relaxation that we are able to appreciate at various times.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:13:23
This was kind of easy to write. There were some parts where I felt I struggled, but otherwise it was a pretty straightforward process.
I feel as though there’s a little too much repetition and the flow is rough, but it gets something across.
Written at home.