Work

I still find it amazing how it's always when I'm the busiest that I find myself blogging the most. Or Writing. Or reading.

I don't watch television. I don't play games. I don't shop.

Instead I clean. I write. I read and I do things like sit outside and stare at the blue, blue sky. I sat on this brick square thingo that also doubles up as our mailbox the other day and just looked at the sky. I did it for at least 5 minutes. I didn't even realize when an adolescent boy walked past me. Suddenly, I felt awkward. Like hey, there are other people in this world too.

There's something really beautiful about a blue cloudless sky. It leaves no space for worries or cares. It is full and it is accepting. It is friendly and inviting. Wide and blue.

Boy do I sound like a loony.