Stowing away

I give thanks for the soft light and the soft air...

I give thanks for a morning full of beans and schemes and bustling about, and after that state of being passed by, an inert afternoon almost completely devoid of movement or interest in anything at all. I give thanks for understanding little I physically do matters a lot anyway, and for not having to listen to anyone spout platitudes to the contrary.

I give thanks for knowing all phases pass - the ones we perceive as good times and those we do not - and that our perceptions are largely a matter of choice. I give thanks for Earl Grey tea and McVitie's digestives, for inadvertently coming across the philosophies of Seneca and the thrill of recognition.