summer-time and sensation
It’s summer-time…red blossoms are blooming from some fruiting tree…and, there is no such thing as silence. A cheerful songbird whistles a happy hyhm…there’s nothing outside not humming some sort of tune. My mind is a flatline; where elation should most likely be. If there is no silence anywhere else? At least I can clear my head.
I once worked at a movie theater…sweeping up each messy theater after every showing. The thoughts, the white noise, that damn catchy pop song, the everyday banter of the morbid morning news…can be swept away…like all those gummy bears and popcorn kernels. Nature’s abuzz and beauty abounds; surrounding me, in this placid plastic lawn chair. I am numbed as I so chose to be. After a while, I let the outside in; a singular thing at a time. First, a ray of light from the sun; I let it slightly sear my retina. For each sense, in turn, I allow a thing of beauty burn me. Next, my nose: I take in a breath of hot summer air. It’s wonderful, dry, and I relish thing sting as it rushes past the hairs on the inside of my nostril. I do this, each sense in turn, one item at a time…until it’s only pure, unfettered, summer; burning it’s way through all my neural pathways, spanning the entirety of each sense’s perception, leaving me as one embodiment of summer, and ultimately…utterly sublime.
