a day in the life

under the crowns of the jacaranda, i made my way. the outside warmth was subtle. the branches painted dancing shadows across the pavement and made the world seem all the more gentle and free (guilty of false pretense, i know). i breathed deeply and continued to the next to-be-done that was required of me.

so many variances in one day. fear in the morning at the attempted break in at my office; freedom in the afternoon walk of the to-be-dones; fatigue as the hours tick-tock by; comfort as the work day draws to a close.

to massage my temples is to think that rest must be somewhere around the bend, nearby and close, and to hope for it with an anticipation that it might be found and grasped.