Just One Moment

Who has time these days to sit and watch the mystery of a tea bag darkening a cup of steaming clear liquid? Plumes of brown seeping out of the small bag polluting the water like a sinister cartoon character devilishly smoking an incredibly thin cigarette. All this while letting out a high crackling laugh and plotting to overthrow the hero.

I have time.

I have as much time as the man allows me.

It's enough time to notice the way the wind feels blowing through my hair. It's enough time to sit in silence.

It is enough time to notice things I haven't always taken the time to notice and appreciate.

I have time.

New Changes

I have a job. I have a new life. I have a new city. I just haven't found any friends. I miss New Orleans. I hear things keep going downhill, but I can't not miss New Orleans.