So I'm standing on the shore looking out at sea. All I can see for miles is watery blue until it kisses the wispy blue of the sky. Perfectly. Happily. The yellow from the sun is all that breaks this unending expanse of blue. I can feel the sand under my toes. I can feel the breeze in my hair. I can feel the sun on my face. All this, without being close to a beach.
The earth seems to be shifting from under my feet. All sense of space, time, reality, have lost meaning. The quest for the meaning of life seems overrated.
Because the day begins and ends without alarm clocks or breathing exercises. It's been days since I checked the mail, dealt with the bills or watched my favorite show on TV. Suddenly, there is so much more importantness to fill my time.
I'm journeying, languorously, weightlessly, effortlessly. Sublime.
