I.

I am.

I am here.

I am here now.

I woke up with the sun in my face.

A golden light was shining on the gardens behind my bedroom window.

The sky was a perfect pale blue, with dashes of transparent soft cloud scattered all around.

I got up and looked outside, while the last bits of sleep were leaving my system like mice scurrying in the attic.

Two birds sang and touched me with their crystal-clear sound.

A big white cat was playing in the high, dry summer grass, jumping around, catching invisible preys.

Life was painting itself right before my eyes.

I was the eyes of life.

I was life.

I was.

I.

 

 

(Photo by @dylan_nolte, for Unsplash)


Real.

Real.

06/09/2020