Free

   I have more free time in the summer. Piano lessons are less numerous because people are on the go. That leaves me with time to observe and think. Although not always good, thinking and observing brings up both satisfaction and disturbance. I can't entertain disturbing thoughts unless I have free time. These thoughts are prickly and spiky. They need time to sort out. 

    I spent some time at my favorite bakery, watching. They have a lovely new outdoor space. The sun warmed tired souls and they visibly relaxed. A fruit danish just lifts the spirits.

   It lifts the spirits of the sparrows, as well. They rush around under the table pecking up crumbs marveling how much free time these humans have to sit and visit.

     I didn't solve any issues  but I did feel my free time allowed space. Space to admit that my life has some holes.

I write on Fridays with a large group who inspire me. Only five minutes and without much thought to perfection. I write, prompted by one word that sends my thoughts to the keyboard and hopefully make sense.