While the dogs bark immensely to sort out
their matters in the park in front of my window, I feel good for the feeling
that I can’t understand these dogs. I can simply listen their bark while my rational
senses can take rest. I can shift my attention
to the translucency of the fog. It is just the inception of the December 2016
and this intensity of fog deserves some enquiry. Let the scientists worry for
climate change! I am unqualified of worrying about the humanity as I don’t understand
its wisdom. All I know is I feel enormous satisfaction that for this moment I am
not the reason of the world outside my window. This view and split with reasoning is bliss of
sorts. In this stillness, there is a freedom I don’t owe to anyone. I choose to
be not useful with my thoughts; I choose to be not responsible with my existence,
I choose to be still and feel as simply as I can.
P.S: What is so right with
winters? I don’t know and I won’t try either because dogs just taught me that
brain is an exaggerated material.
