pond

I am reading Thoreau again - Walden Pond - and i as sit here, hokey, on the porch swing, comtemplating the unfathomable, i am reassured that the act is itself is enough.

The new year commenced with a surf - and i was different within it - selfish almost, not greedy, just alone amongst the crowd, the the pressure I have been feeling fell away somewhat. Today, I was involved again but moments shone through like glimmers of sunshine through threadbare curtains, breaks in the cloud. - there is space, everywhere, but the eyes deceive, you dont need eyes to see, you need vision.

"To be awake is to be alive." Walden, Henry David Thoreau