I wish I could make walking there a part of my day for the time to come. As my routine keeps changing, I wonder if I should call it a routine any more. But my current days involve a 2-3 hours of exploration of this area and I shall maintain it as long as I can. Yesterday, After passing some beautiful farms, I landed at a small, half frozen lake full of ducks of a very different kind. I’m no bird watcher but the sounds I could hear were sheer happiness to me. And on top of that, a rainbow materialized in the sky as I walked back.
As I usually work, talk or think restlessly, such moments are rare for me when I’m not even remotely thinking about Politics, Jane Austen, Feminism, Overeating, Equality, Reading, Fantasy or even Harry Potter. I wonder how many times in life we get this feeling that apart from the inevitable breathing, nothing should happen?
While writing and listening to that rhythm in the air, I wondered this is what they mean when they say, time has come to a stand still.