Lost, in a silent pause
I am a thinker and anyone who can relate to this deliberate activity would know that to be able to think, one would need propellers, a catalyst to ignite it into motion. Could be as simple as a setting amidst the woods a sound a complete calm a profound quote or an empty day But then on the other hand, there are triggers that push me out of my thoughts into the present. A sound that can make me stop in my tracks despite my consuming thinking, is the Rustle of rolling leaves. I can get amused by these leaves as long as the evening lasts. Because then, I w ill be surrounded by a surge of breeze. If am lucky, there will be a shower of spiraling leaves down the paths I tread and if you promise you won't tell, there is reason to believe that there would be hidden pixies who prepared this magnanimous moment for me.!