the moon, she is in the sky today also, waning. I watch as she sets behind a grove of trees on the horizon. I want to join her there, in the woods among the peacefulness of nature. instead I feel stuck in the city. less inspired, less connected, surrounded by people scurrying in all directions. they seem to have places to be, I on the other hand am left feeling alone. I am where I'm supposed to be, though I don't feel like I want to be here. life in the city rolls on.
I need sun on my skin to help me grow. for to long I've been sitting inside, fingers on the keyboard, mouse in hand searching for truth in the depth of a computer screen. isolated from the outside world the connectedness of the digital world is not real. touch, taste, smell, have eluded me, I live stuck inside my head. yet I continue to write, documenting my disdain for the domesticated life. like a collared dog, I feel fenced in. frustrated I open a bottle of wine and suddenly my sense are alive.
Spicy dark fruit fills my nose, I feel a slightest tingle as the alcohol passes my lips revealing a surprisingly welcome flavor of leather and licorice. this a full-body wine who's complexity lingers as each sip passes into memory. leaving my desk behind I walk out the door, this time taking a swig straight from the bottle. Replacing the cork I am off. this pleasant bottle of wine can wait. I've just freed my mind, it is time for a walk in the light of the mid-day sun. toward the direction of the long passed moon I travel. somewhere in the distance nature's knowledge awaits, so I walk on. I intent to get lost today...
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