liberty

Today is the first day of freedom. I woke at 9 - having been utterly unaffected by C clanking around, making breakfast, talking to Sita, washing dishes, showering and dressing. I didn't even hear the door shut. I was dead to the world - dreaming a mosiac of movies I've seen, incorrect faces put to significant names, MBA formulas, latent fears and desires, and other limbic burps.

I am drinking coffee now... I might go for a run later... There is nothing that I have to do.

It is waking up in a land of Technicolor after enduring black and white tornado-ravaged Kansas. Not only has it felt like a century since there was nothing I had to do, but recently - the last three weeks or so - there has been way too much to have to do.

Today is quiet inside. Today is slow. Today I start to feel myself again.