Life is timeless sometimes, isn't that odd? - how time ceases to mean anything for a space of it's length, somehow content to acknowledge how slowly things change, amidst the incessant rush of perception.
Perhaps it's when you decide to ignore the clock and just exist, locking yourself into a bubble of just being.
Today is like that, it could last forever or a second and I wouldn't notice.
Maybe it's the snake bite?
I aquired 4 lagers from helping out my boss for his Monday meeting, driving to his house to fix a problem on the laptop.
Mixed with cold cider on a hot day, it's a wonderfully relaxing way to bide away the time.
I got Q magazine on a shopping trip after meeting Paul and sat in the hot sun on the deck dreaming of rock stardom while listening to the free CD. I was lost to time for a long moment, slowly sipping on amber brew and turning the pages, as the sun beat down.
The ideas flow again, pointless meandering "what if's" and grand schemes to conquer the world, thier birth place invented while mopping the kitchen floor and doing the laundry.
How many ideas sow seeds during mundane tasks?
I don't know, but I've had a few today.
Last night I dreamt I won the lottery, but I didn't win big, just £1408, so today I did a single line on a lottery ticket.
Just a dreamer, with reality firmly in sight. I did the quick pick thing and amazingly enough, 4 of the numbers are the same as last nights dream.
Summer Haze, Lazy Daze, Dreaming fool.
This moment could last forever, or until 7pm when Doctor Who is on.
