Afternoon to Myself

Nick gave me some pot and I rolled a joint and sat on my back veranda and smoked it as the sun slid down in the sky.

Chubby lay at my feet.

Wow, it's nearly March. It’s 2010 and it’s nearly March already. I think I wanted to freak out about that, but giggled instead and had another joint, instead.

I was really whacked, it's been a while.

The sun touched my toes and I curled them instinctively in its rays. The blue sky shimmied above me, as did the leaves in the trees. The worries of the world floated off on the breeze. I must get stoned more often, I thought, as I rubbed my knees. I giggled again.

The solitude was embracing. The world slowed to a manageable speed. Time made sense. My body hummed contentedly.

I didn't have to think about anybody, or anything.

I could be still... in body and mind.

Stop.

This is what my time off is going to be all about. (I’m not renewing my fixed term contact with Hacks)

Smile.

Let my eyes close slowly.

I could hear the sea, as though I had a conch shell up to my ear. Is that the default sound of infinity? The sound to be heard before the big bang? Power and strength? Infinitesimally small. The sound of life itself? The space behind your eyelids, stretching out into forever.

I wanted to hang a ‘Do not Disturb’ sign across my face, and see out eternity in this very position.

I could feel my chest bounce as I giggled at the thought.

I decided to stay in this very position until the sun stopped shining.

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