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  • It wasn’t comfortable.

    Well, it wasn’t comfortable in a literal sense. My ass may have been growing sore but I could feel my mind growing liberated, my soul resonating. I could feel the unannounced autumn making its soon-to-be presence known. The way the air smells fragrant, almost like the way it did when you were a kid. The rocks and twigs that I sat on top of were irritating, but that too just became another source of negative energy that I’d must vanquish. Scoop out the bad, and crack a fucking smile.

    Attempting to hone my entire thought process on only positive thoughts – such a shocking concept, yet such a struggle to accomplish.

    White noise soon became other sounds. Birds - so many birds. What a life they must live. I think I could be happy being a bird – flying, singing. If I were a bird I would fly around this planet simply following the successive autumns. Living this moment forever – not letting it stop.

    My mind has never been this clear.

    I could feel the sun’s rays stabbing through the canopy, singeing my skin, warming my entire body, but not in a “next to the fireplace” kind of warmth, more of a “I’m going to put this cardigan on now, because I’m chilly” kind of warmth. I don’t see enough of the sun.

    I don’t see enough.

    In a lifetime maxing out at just under a century, you’d think we’d feel more compelled to do the things we say we’d do before we bite it. I guess it just takes a sore ass and a good swig of autumn air to remind me of that.

    I should probably write this down.
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