convertible top down! OK, maybe two things, at least once my sister’s pool is operational, that is.
There is nothing like driving along with the convertible top down and the music loud to ease every care from my mind. A balm to my spirit, it is. And I love it. Every minute of it.
I don’t mind that I get crazy looks as I gaze toward the sky and clouds as I’m driving along. They bring me comfort and ease and I feel as though I am one with them. Who doesn’t, I ask, want to be one with the sky?
One with the clouds? One with the birds? One with the stars? One with the moon?
The music varies widely and can go from Ozzy Osbourne one minute to Bach the next to Styx the next to Wagner the next. There is no rhyme nor reason, only joy; pure unbridled, joy.
Today, the temperature reached 92° and I was in my own personal Heaven. The sun beat down, warm on my skin and in my eyes.
I was sun-kissed and it was awesome.
I spend way too much of my time thinking of things, places and people that I aught not be thinking about and my convertible time empties my mind. It sets me free in a way that I cannot explain.
I am myself. My thoughts are my own and if the tears fall, they are my own as well. I still think of things and of people, but they are are freer, more beautiful, somehow.
Open and wonderful, without guilt, without compromise. Simply mine.
I am me. I am a Sagittarius. I wish, I want, I will things into being and then, when they don’t suit me, I may mourn for them, but ultimately, let them go.
On these occasions, I am nothing more than a petal spiraling in the wind, wishing wishes and floating, as though weightless, above the earth.
The hay grass dancing.
The lightning bugs flickering.
I am a part of nature and it is spectacular.
Life.
The ultimate roller coaster with the ups and downs, unexpected and exhilarating,with its realistic to the point of detriment, dreams.
And I, from this moment forward, plan to enjoy the ride. And, when the dreams, sometimes plain, oft times erotic and breathtaking, filled with music, come, I plan to enjoy them, too.
I will embrace them and become part of them, immersing myself in them.
I will thrive in the dreams that I dream and know that I, after all, am still me, with my hopes, longing and desires.
Human.
Still me, always me, and relishing that which comes int0 my mind.
I intend to waste none of this magnificent existence, whether real or imagined, dreams or reality.
I’ve wasted too much time, already.
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