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The mind wanders

I've noticed, of late, that there seems to be a direct correlation between the intensity of work and school, and my propensity for daydreaming.

My mind may need a break...I'm thinking.

Things I daydream about are random, but included on the list....

Fantasies of laying on the beach. Surf pounding white sand. Sun beating down on my body. Sea birds engaging in sea bird conversations that go on for days.

Images of floating...in a cool pool, on a hot day. Weightlessness. Buoyancy. Silence.

Daydreams of lazy baking...intricate desserts requiring many steps and much time to prepare. With love. And butter. And chocolate or maybe cream. Presented with pride and more love.

Dancing. Slow, sensual dancing. For hours. On a wooden dance floor outdoors somewhere..somewhere warm, where jasmine wafts on a soft, cool, late night breeze.

Reading. For pleasure. Beginning at the top of the stack next to my bed and not finishing until I'm finished, then foraying to the library for more, then doing it all over again.

Here's hoping your daydreams sustain and allow you a gentle refrain from the endless march that is the day to day.

-Stevie

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