Here I am,
Sipping on a healthy miso soup,
Savouring that delicious saltiness that is
Apparently good for me.
My house is freezing,
But there's a beautiful orange glow streaming in through my window.
The edges of the window frame reflect the light,
As does the spiderweb outside,
Flickering
In the breeze like strands of fire.
A black and white cat just idled by,
Fortunately my dog hasn't seen it.
She goes berserk at even the mention of the word cat.
For now,
I get to keep this blessed silence.
As I write the sun has sunk behind a tree,
The spiderweb back to being invisible.
The orange striped shadow across my carpet fading,
Fading,
Almost gone,
And with it my
Sense of joy,
As if the sun herself held the key to the dial in my heart.
I've noticed this so many times,
A cloud spreads across the sun and I instantly feel a moment's melancholy.
Nothing wrong with that,
As Ram Dass said,
It's all grice for the meal.
What to do now?
Meditate.
I have read that the best time to meditate isn't to be found on a clock.
Instead,
We move with the heartbeat of the world and fall into natural contemplation
As the darkness and light merge at dawn or dusk.
That's where we all are in life,
Isn't it?
Grappling with the grey.