Evening, Blog

Or well I guess I don’t really know where you’re from. It could possibly be morning there. In which, good morning! Just read that with enthusiasm and excitement because that’s how I felt when I wrote it.

I decided to take the day off and visit the lake. It may be hard to believe but amidst all these city streets, urban landscapes, and sky lines exists a tiny but significant oasis.

I love to lay my feet in the water and feel the differentiating touch where the water line meets the surface. It’s like my feet are in another world entirely. Suspended from the depths of an unknown abyss. Tiny ripples tipping the scales of peace and chaos. Stillness and life. I always associate water with time. When you remain motionless, and it becomes still, like time has frozen. You’re existing in a moment of complete balance and tranquility almost as if you remained still you’d live that moment forever. All it takes is the slightest of movements to shatter the silence and balance and be brought back to our kinetic reality.

I find my self lost in time often, Blog. That if I could remain still, that maybe the world would too. That I could save us from this fate.

Stay safe, blog.