The universe danced with my mind while I was out there. Stars streaked across the sky and the wind bit into my hand.

I had nothing to cover myself with, and even if I did, it wouldn't have made any difference. I wouldn't have been able to block it out.

On the colder days, I could hear the low rumbling of the wind as it rushed by, but it wasn't always cold. Some days I could feel the sweat dripping from my brow, sliding down my face. Some of my visitors would remark about how they were doing, and how it related to the days they were there. I listened. They were usually off living their own lives, so it was a treat when they came around, for whatever reasons that brought them to the home. Sometimes they would have a drink with them, taken from inside the house, and I would see them gulping down the contents from the corner of my eye as they watched the grounds with me, making one comment or another. Or simply holding the moment in silence.

They would usually be gone by sundown,…

Here,  but

                                                                not present

the appearance of being part of a group, 

                                                                yet not belonging

There was a time I was attached;  aligned

                                                         …

The last time I went to the library, I checked out Emotional Freedom by Judith Orloff. I've listened to it before, on the way to visit my family who was vacationing 'up north', and I'm really into it this time around in a way I don't remember being last time. The other day a guy I sold TV services to called me to set up an appointment. In my mind, this meant that he and his wife were ready to pull the trigger on their 5 line port from another carrier. This is a sale that would be worth driving into…