Sunny Sunny Days

This is how the day goes, soft and shadowy, bright snd electric. At odds yet all together. I sit in the sun and reflect on my memories, analyzing thoughts as a task. Stopping to smell the breeze, florals fill my consciousness, eyes closed, sun on my skin. I feel it all. No really, I feel it all. I am just one spec of dust in infinite time and yet, the world feels like it is just for me. Created for my pleasure. For my pain. Melting as I sit, basking, birds chirping, quiet contemplation. There’s so much to consider. Always humming with electricity, at least that’s how it feels, in my brain. No really, in my brain. As the bees buzz by and the dragon flys vibrate, barely perceptible, I am alive, I am here and now. One part of a staggering totality. My sun revolves around me, and don’t I know it, don’t I feel it. Don’t I feel it all. What else is there to do but enjoy the light.