I’ve read that anxiety is what lingers after the actual stressful situations or circumstances have gone; however, given what modern life is, I’m having a hard time imagining when that would be. Life is unpredictably expensive, for example, and that stress hangs over us throughout all our days.
Smugglers in the woods.
At ten years old, he thought smugglers were hiding in these woods, and the smell of rain reminded him of hours and days spent reading about just such people.
Now, the smell of rain reminds him he needs to clean his floormats.
Entering for the first time, we saw a room, big and new, that smelled of newness and spare furniture; its most conspicuous feature was a series of brightly colored tiles covering most of the back wall. These followed no pattern my eyes could make out, but I was fascinated by them: it was as though, even then, my heart knew that art itself resides in the stories we imagine as much or more as any story explicitly told.
For that one moment, seeing past his own concerns, the world made sense: or, at least, his part in it. For the true purpose of a life is not to suffer, but to transform suffering into something that might help others.
Don’t tell him it’s not possible.
He drank his first glass while watching the sun go down over the bayou, enjoying the warm air and the sounds of reggae music.
When she arrived, minutes later, he realized, instantly, that it is possible for something perfect to become even more perfect.
It is fun to imagine…
I have never known what it is to be or feel handsome; as a byproduct, I am fascinated by good looks, in much the same way that many people are fascinated by riches or fame. It is like getting to visit a foreign country or even travel outer space; I know by this age, I’ll almost certainly never get there, but, it is fun to imagine what it would be like.
The end of the affair.
The park and the summer rain ended their brief affair after a few hours this afternoon. It was an amicable parting, although the rain complained that the park was just using him to make herself look good, and the park complained about the rain leaving his stuff all over her place.
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