Wandering Mind

It was still dark when I got up this morning. I guess summer is on its way out. Another night of bad dreams and waking stressed about the job. No yoga this morning, the idea of time is too prevalent in my mind and I would just be watching the clock. I go for a walk in the rain instead. It’s not raining so much to quiet the morning song and I’m grateful for the accompaniment as I pass through the air thick with humidity. I try to breathe long and slow to ease the tension in my chest and listen to the birds and crickets. I smell the wet world around me, and observe a world in which time is not something to be struggled against. It simply is, as is the rain, as is the sun. I get back home wetter than when I left and step inside to humidity as heavy as the outside. The dog and the cat are conspiring, cut off in mid conversation as I enter. I come back into my world, in which I haven’t released time from its enemy status, and so I struggle.