03 May Charles Frazier

… Working in the field, there are brief times when I go totally without thought. Not one idea crosses my mind, though all my senses re alert to all around me. Should a crow fly over, I mark it in all its details, but I do not seek analogy for its blackness. I know it is a type of nothing, not metaphoric. A thing unto itself without comparison. I believe those moments to be the root of my new mien. You would not know it on me for I suspect it is somehow akin to contentment.