Today was filled with thoughts on purpose. Thinking of myself in the grandeur of a landscape. As a speck. As a painted moment. Shifting gears, after the day. I’m thinking of small souls and their effect on time. We are never wasting what was never ours. And hurry is wrong. Injustice to the timepiece will break us all. Do Not Obey. Rather / slow down into breathing. Though bristles may control our steps, our hands (calloused) react. There is a plan. There will be fruition. Trust the timepiece, but do not be tricked by its finesse.