Looking at the steam rising from my cup of tea I got lost in my thoughts. For a sec there I wasn't quite sure whether I was awake or if I was dreaming. Guess maybe I was awake AND dreaming. There is something deeply hypnotic about steam rising from a cup of tea on a winter morning. I didn' t want to stir and break the spell. Of late my best times have been sitting like this and just allowing my thoughts to wander.
Sleep came late last night. Started listening to some new sets that I picked up in Goa. Lying down, listening to the music I started drifting away until all that I was keeping track of was the base rhythm of the drums. Felt like I was floating up and I could see myself lying down there, curled up with my discman on one side and a Murakami novel on the other. felt like I could have moved further away and just gone floating out somewhere if I wanted to. Anything was possible. I was dreaming and life was full of possibilities again.
Nah. Wasn't stoned in case anybody is wondering.
ubergeek, the
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hmm..and the willing pillow the morning after, your headache. vast and dry!
Nice one :-)
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