As summertime is waning, I find myself holding on. The stuff on my list of summer things and other things-to-do slide. My head flooded by thoughts, I let them swim. In a meshed lost-in-thought state of combined absentmindedness and acute presence, we forget about time and savor the sweet last days of summer."Let's make a big mess and see what we can make of it," a person once advised me. As I find myself gliding, sliding, barely holding on to everyday, I return to that sentiment. -- If I can let it all flow and float around me and in me for now, then at one point, maybe it will all come into place.
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