And just like that..
The social hibernation ends. The fruits of introspection begin to seep into everyday rituals. The phone and internet connection are repaired, pruned and preened over. Themes changed, designs doodled.
Thoughts brim uninhibited, willing to be shared with the winds. The winds beneath my wings pucker up. Up goes the spirit, up above the world so high.
And the stage is set for a comeback.
Only in quiet waters do thing mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world.