Continuum Continues...

It's May Thirteenth of Year Two Thousand and Eighteen.

The continuum continues.

But time only moves when I am working. Otherwise even if it's an aeon, time stops.

Mind stops.

A grand halt phases in.

I am seated on a bench in 40 degree heat but can't feel nothing. It's all pleasant and momentous. Thoughts drift like calm water in a lake.

Its windy, dry and hot. I find it breezy, pleasing and relaxing.

I am at a petrol station full of smell and engines cranking on and off but in my sight are four trees swaying in wind. That's where my eyes are fixated upon. Each tree has slightly different tint and its admirable.

When I am not working everything else feels amazing. I find wonders in mundane. Even if it is doing dishes.

I loathe getting my car serviced since it takes an hour or so. Today sitting on a bench at service station, I want that my car never gets serviced. No one tells me, "Sir, Your car is ready, you can leave now."

Being is important.

Just being is wonderful.

Then comes a phase when you cease to be.

But after all, it's the work that allowed me to enjoy life moments like this. Stealing tiny slices of not so free time from a grand continuum.