Chills down my spine...why does stretching feel so good in the morning? In the afternoon after a long day at work? I pause to reflect on my lack of interest in the day. Cast my hand in front of my face to block the sun. Its mocking me; smirking silently at my back which is slightly bent forward towards the ground. There must be more than this. Laboring and resting is the wax and wane of our lives. Surely this is perpect balance- the way of the universe. Admoriable for man or beast. To be on the outside looking in, provides you the perspective of a philosopher. You become the wind and the rain and the eyes of an elderly man, and the moon never shined so bright than when in sync with your soul!
