Without TV, without radio I discover time – not just the time spent watching and listening, but the much larger time spent distracted by what I’d seen and heard – distracted by concerns that really don’t concern me.
It’s a sunny day, warm but not hot. I watch the curtains dance in a light breeze. I read, unhurried, let the words roll around in my head, breathe their vapors like wine. I kick off my shoes. I eat an apple. I write what comes to me, no pressure. Shadows stretch longer. The sun goes down.