Some days I'm pretty sure I'm quietly falling apart.
I feel like I float about a foot above the ground. When what I need is to have my feet planted firmly on the earth.
My thoughts scatter easily.
My consciousness, often absent.
I seem leave part of myself behind everywhere I go.
And then other days thing seems to hang together. I complete the requisite hours with no drama and a minimum of mishaps.
No matter what kind of day it is, these are the shapes and colors that give me moments of conscious pleasure.
The deep rooted, quiet joy that watching beauty always brings.
