good days - numb days - days....
Some moments are fragments.
Like yesterday, the water was green/blue and crystal clear and deep, and i was alone, sitting in the middle of the bay, watching everyone riding little waves off the point, content and perfectly still. Taking the occasional hump if it came my way, just sitting with peace otherwise, watching fish dance beneath the board. Motionless amid the everchanging liquid canvas.
Then today, the wind turning onshore, the sun shining just as bright, but the mind feeling clouded, unsure of self, of place and time, not able to find that peace of the energy to look for it, knowing where it is be found. Instead i feel stale, a sharp contrast to yesterdays crystalline edge.
Im not saddened by this just finding it hard to accept the moment, the contrast.