“If you are losing your leisure, look out! — It may be you are losing your soul.”
― Virginia Woolf
i look at the sun
the paper is too bright under the sun
it hurts my eyes
a cloud in the sky
where did you go?
a crow steals my attention
from the baby spider hopping on blades of grass
our front lawn is low maintenance
it’s not real
the baby spider inches closer
i must end this euphoria
but before i go
i will watch stands of my hair wave a web of shadows on the paper
How have you been creating brief moments of leisure for your sweet self?