One of the great things about having free time is that you can reliably go for genial walks and trail your fingers through the air. There's nothing like trailing your fingers through a gentle country breeze, while nature continues obliviously on its way around you. It's almost as if you can feel the molecules flowing around your fingertips, or even that you could reach out and pop behind a given atom to reach Valhalla, just as in 'The Long Dark Tea Time Of The Soul'.
It's nice to stop and relax from time to time. One wonderful method is to go to the wonderful land of air conducting, while another is to simply and slowly spin, and feel the air all around you. Yes, there is time in the world to spin if you allow there to be. It might sound like new age gobbledygook, but it works. We are frantic inhabitants on a giant rock spinning in space, so a little meditation couldn't hurt, and spinning ourselves can only add more consistency to the system, and thwarts Ralph Waldo Emerson in the process.
It's a particularly quiet weekend, as I loiter here and dogsit, wondering how best to while away the time. There's a story entitled 'The A.L.C.' to finish, which will certainly occur, and an extended session of tutoring, but otherwise leisure is upon us here at the Quirky Muffin. I would tell you what the 'The A.L.C.' stands for, but the fear of ridicule and guacamole retribution is too great. Any level of guacamole retribution is too high a level!
Maybe it's time to go outside and waft a little more. If only wafting were more socially acceptable. As it is, wafting without due cause is akin to being a suspicious deviant, and finger trailing through the air can only be undertaken in deserted areas or the privacy of your own rooms, much like watching 'Flash Gordon', or inventing new games of solitaire.
It's a wacky world sometimes.
O.
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