I woke up this morning face down on the hardwood floor. I walked outside and felt the warmth of the sun, 40 degrees never felt so warm. “this is good”. I walked to a friendly place where a couch awaited me. I contemplated the airyness of a day without agenda. People walked past and I shot them all, smiles for my bullets they did return. “these are comfortable” I walked to the familiar gray vehicle, unlocked of course. I left in a hurry, but hadn’t the destination. NPR drove me all over dayton and beyond. In 1979 two men met by chance in a parking lot in wisconsin, this choice occasion changed many lives from then on, including mine when I found myself ironically in a parking lot as well listening to thier story. “this life is surprising” As I exited, I watched a bottle roll ever slowly, gently dispersing its liquids before another rolling object, a tire, disabled its abilities, and empted it of its contents. “that was beautiful” The store spent my hour. An old man teaches on new technology, thirteen can I help you with somethings, and OSU football conversed with a unexpected friend I once knew too well. “how bout those buckeyes” A jiggling santa signaled my way home. I drove like I could drive forever. Music to the background of my windshield painted a movie. “this is lovely”
How perfect is a day without meaning. I am hungry for finding my meaning in life rather than in the things in life.
