Standing on the side of the road and staring at the field in front of me. There is the occasional bird chirping or crickets somewhere in the distance. Out on the horizon I fix my stare. Thoughts wash over me. Building into waves that buoy my head like a cork. They come and lift and sink and recede without borders. Without fences or signposts. Just the approaching idea, then the crest, then the retire. This might go on for hours if I didn't force myself to move on to something more practical. When you're dumbfounded by anything that is in front of you, it's easy to pass the time. Just allowing thoughts and words and visions and daydreams drifting through your mind. It's a form of meditation I suppose. Afix the thousand yard stare and off into the mind like a forest.
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