Just a moment
I sit on my couch with an orange and brown throw;The one knitted by my MotherWatching an old documentary on TVSomething about Indians in the UK in the 60sThe sun comes in from the blindsGlistens on the golden star on my plastic Christmas Tree(I haven’t taken it down yet)And then reflects on the blue striped wall-paper;The one I wanted to replace when I moved in here,But in time got used to it –And now in this moment became a part of my experienceNothing more to this – Nothing to learn or gain wisdom fromJust a… Read More »Just a moment