sponge

sittin in the grass, soon after it gets dark. absorbing.

pating my dogs summer coat, feeling its aprooval that we stopped and sat down for a while. the one rare moment when one just is. i often played with my camera, daylight or night-time, tryin to capture THE moment on a photo to be able to feel it again one day. apparently i had so many i havent yet "digested" so that mission is already at rest for a while.

if life runs around people and work, i am filling up every single moment to its last breath. it gets even clearer when people set the mirror infront of your face and you see the reflection, in all its shine or fuzzines. i ran into my neighbour the other day, explaining eachother our situations in a rush. i got carried away with my enthusiasm as i was talkin abot my work. it is the passion one needs to make the dreams come true. for me, it is turning out better from what i dared to imagine. i have another great superior, and yet all of them refuse to be called the boss. hihi.

again the gentle breeze brings up the smell of grain in the fields under my nose. and my thoughts run away to the sponge. more and more often it reflects how i get into the environment, into the cirmustances, into the situation given. i've been called naive before and i think i will stick to it. the thought of someone wanting to abuse or take advantage is just "not my type".

"sponging" or just absorbing the given moment.

thank you, Life, for having me.