Life always seems better after two glasses of wine! I sit reclined on my balcony. I’ve melted into the seat finally. I’m reading a novel, I’ve been reading it for days, a chapter at a time, quite like my life really. After one chapter I take a break as if to come up for air. I have music playing in the background, new remixes of old versions. They’re easy to listen to, I know the lyrics and so I’m attached to the melody.
I pick up my wine glass, take a sip, and then inspect it as if measuring the quantity will help it remain the same. I wonder how long it will take for it to disappear. I decide I’ll take smaller sips, I don’t have the energy to get up and pour. I wish life were like that. We could just refill the glass with the moments we liked and keep sipping.
It’s dusk and somehow the birds are out to play like it’s early morning. They’re chirping over my music and I’m not sure which sounds better. The evening sky is changing color and the horizon is disappearing into the shades of the setting sun. The ocean is still today, lying like a blanket, untouched, but the bay is busy with boats. The ripples they leave behind remind me of the rocky roads we have to travel to get some stability.
I sit here occasionally and ponder about life. The warm breeze brushes my skin and I close my eyes as if to savor the moment. I want to drift into the ocean and not look back. I want the sea to carry me away. Far from this rapid current that seems to swallow everyone in its path. The complications, responsibilities, agendas and even the simple task of surviving. I want to be free from it all, so I don’t have to think. I paint a picture in my mind of my perfect masterpiece and reach for my glass. It’s empty, and I am too, empty of thoughts.