Sitting up straight like a radio tower, waiting for a transmission. All there is is wind, temperature, sunlight. Yeah, should've worn a hat. Um, should've worn a metal hat which transmits neurological data.
The only transmission I've gotten, standing here, my boots stuck in the mud, with this dumb thing on my head is that there is nothing to be gained by staying still for too long. You just get stiff and develop frostbite and wear out your welcome with the tide. You will get bored and boredom is the antithesis of enjoyment which is the integral integer in happiness. Which is to say: belonging in the moment and not imagining yourself away to a different place, all day long. Which is to say, not imagining you know anything outside of your pants, shoes, stomach, feelings.
Originally published over at A Thing of Today.
