The sun warms my skin; the feeling of the sun is nice. Its not too hot yet not too cold. The sun was also particularly bright on this day. I stop reflecting on the heat and instead continue walking. Ahead of me on the path is a man, he was elderly and had a hunched back. He had a cane in his hand, walking stick if you will, I could only assume he had this to compensate for his back. To my left is a pile driver, the machine is huge at least two stories high when extended. The big machine was just at the end of drilling it's hole. The dust and dirt of the drilling was in the air it had an affect on my vision made things harder to see: I could taste it, I ran my tongue along the back of my teeth, they felt like a set of stairs that as you hit the middle it went back up and had no bottom. As I ran my tongue along the back of my teeth I felt a trace of dust that had slipped through the crevasses of my lips and gather along my teeth to make a front: they, the particles of dust and dirt, feel so rough and coarse yet so very transparent, fragile even.
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The Composure Of Love
RomanceLao Tzu once said "Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage"
