I can’t seem to fall asleep tonight. But honestly, I don’t feel as though I’ve tried. My mind just seems to keep going and going, and I’m flowing with it. Maybe it’s all this sativa I’ve been smoking.
Although it’s 2 am, I can hear birds chirping outside. Have they always spoken this late in the evening? I can’t seem to remember. Perhaps I haven’t been paying close enough attention to the nature around me.
I find peace outside, with the trees, the abundance of flower species, the few ducks and birds I find along the way. But sometimes I am still disconnected, lost in the depths of my mind. I’d rather find grounding in the fresh air, the sound of water rushing, the soft hum of leaves in the breeze.
What a peculiar time to be alive. Could you imagine anything like this happening? Yes, of course. The movies have certainly prepared us for the worst, but, really? Here we are. Here. We. Are.
Until next time. I’ll be outside until then. x
ps listen to smoking with the gods by azizi gibson if you’re chillllllin’
