Write in The Moment
08/20/2014 04:18 p.m.
Pleasant beautiful smile coming from the tiny Asian women behind the country with the shiny jet-black hair. Kaia flashes through my mind and I miss her and Gail and all the women who have been a part of me, who reach out, who I sometimes neglect. I miss Nia, who sat on my sofa so many years ago and became my muse in a dark time when bitterness and anger was my daily dietary intake.

And yes, I could enjoy these moments more, if I stopped looking at my watch ticking ticking into the next moment. Moment to Moment, second to second.

A relationship is embracing each other's likes and dislikes, friends and foes. The pleasant moment of living one's life. I used to live in the past, but now I live in the moment, or at least I am trying. Though I continue to speak as the moment passes and I am in the next one, so each one spills and pours into each other.

Sometimes my cleverness amazes/amuses me.
I am currently Sly
I am listening to the humming of the airconditioner