Surprisingly, I have more time than I had anticipated. I am not sure as to what I will do now. I’m not sure as to how I will go about filling this time.
It is the time of lunch and once more I find myself participating in the race of rats to get ahead, but I just want to not and so on and so forth.
I need to think about how I spend this time I have where I am not working and not doing the lunch thing, for I want to do other things.
I could spend time sitting down and not writing. I could also spend time standing up and not writing. There are things I could spend the time on, but perhaps it is time to spend the time off things. Maybe I could spin around for a while and see if that helps me feel better. There is no telling if that will work, but of course the only way to find out is by doing and so maybe that is what I will do.
Maybe instead of going on about all of this what I really need to do is fine the activity that will provide the most fulfillment in the least efficient manner and then spend the time doing that.
Maybe I could spend the time observing the clouds, I could look at how they coalesce and dissipate and how they form new shapes and patterns. I could look at how they hold and reject light, and how they will soon create another deluge, though maybe not here.
I can think about how they can trap both heat and cold depending on the type of cloud that they are, and I can try and work out some other things that could pertain to the art of photography.
I could think about the rain and how it falls onto the ground and how a certain kind of smell that only arises during the rain is making itself apparent right now, but I won’t think too much about that. However, it does bring back memories of living in previous suburbs and how they would smell, but here is where “it” is at and here is where I want to be for the time being. There are other things to think about anyway.
I think that the day will go by fast so long as I don’t think too much about the day. However, maybe it won’t. There is a lot to consider and I must be careful with my considering. I might not always be careful, but right now I need to be careful. The rest of the day could end up set in stone and I’d rather not have that happen. Sure, there are worse things, but this still remains a thing I want to avoid.
Anyway, it is all drifting away, as it is wont to do and I sit here and look out the window and appreciate the rain and its prettiness.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:56:42
Fast, but rather uneven. I feel that something was coming through toward the end, but it was too late.
Written at home.