Orange Juice Sunday Morning Post
Fresher than ever. Had two big glasses of orange juice the other day at my friend’s chalet. Was probably 6 or 7 in the morning.
Never sure what the time is, don’t look at it on weekends. Depend on the sun’s position and assume what time it is.
Only if time grabs my attention. Usually not.
Most importantly though, had a great time, went to my brain while under the sun and asked it to “empty recycle bin” and just like that, erased everything, made a new space, allowed new info to jump right in. Sun was beautiful, gave me bits of her shimmering magnificence, all over my existing form.
Learned something new, don’t want to share it, just because I think many are not ready to receive it. All in time, will come to light.
Many people came to mind, many things I am thankful for, many blessings. Decided to send silent prayers to many people. Funny, I sent my prayers silently, avoiding contact.
I say this with love.
Speaking of love, I love sundays – no, not in a nerdy way. Its just that sundays breath life into me. Traffic, people, coffee, breakfast, work, school, shower, walking, clothes, interaction, cologne – LIFE.
Go early to work, make way for those crossing the street, be patient, smile a lot.
When you wake up tomorrow, be thankful you did.
You are alive, still.
Good thinking!
I wish many people are as careful as you during sundays/roads. Most people race to jam3a/work w ywahgon baji el drivers just because they didn’t wake up earlier.
I see that always. Used to be that too, HAH!
Better jump in bed now before its too late.