I sit down to write without anything in mind. It's Monday, I just arrived at work after yoga, the weekend has passed without writing, as usual, and at the same time there's nothing relevant about the weekend worth writing about. It was raining most of the weekend, though on Saturday it was sunny, but we were optionally encouraged to come into the new office in order to piece together the new office furniture which had arrived over the week.
Almost all my co-workers showed up, most with their girlfriends, the one who has kids in tow with them. I always thought I was below average putting together office furniture, but now I see I'm just as clueless as anybody else. It was pleasant. At a break I looked out at a sunny open window and enjoyed the sun. What I pleasant sensation after weeks of rain and overcast.
On Friday I was walking back home when my eyes encountered those of a prostitute walking the streets. I felt drawn and compelled to chat her up, but I walked past. On the street light I turned back to look at her, and she looked at me and smiled. I thought: I'll make it back home and think about it better. When I got home I decided that no, there's numerous reasons why this is not a good idea, and so it came to nothing, but I feel that if things continue as they are, I'll eventually yield to the forbidden fruit.
Sometimes I get this image of a pool of water filling up by a waterfall, we want the water to keep on flowing, and the water will do so after the pool fills up, but in our haste we want to dig an exit for the water, but the water will flow unnaturally, if we just have the patience the pool will fill up and flow in its natural course.
It's time to work now.