I’m learning to sit with this stillness
but only really enjoy it when I look out of a window,
of a moving vehicle.
Maybe that’s what quiets my mind, the transit.
It’s fleeting, and then it is back to being swallowed by the energy of the spectacle.
I’m learning to sit with this stillness
but only really enjoy it when I look out of a window,
of a moving vehicle.
Maybe that’s what quiets my mind, the transit.
It’s fleeting, and then it is back to being swallowed by the energy of the spectacle.