Exploring Borders

It’s a day for flying solo.

For being alone. Vegging out, watching mindless TV and pausing to stare out of the window, unseeing into the unclear outside, fogged, smogged and clogged by rain and outsideness.

Or for getting lost in a crowd. The storm in the center of a sea of calm in the middle of a chaotic universe.

It’s a fine day to appreciate borders. The distinction between you and the rest of the world. The fine border between what’s within and what’s without. The space between the raindrops. The broken boundary between sky and earth.

The crisscrossed distinctions and demarcations we make. And finally, the utter oneness of it all.

It’s a beautiful day for all of this.