Green tea (with a slight citrus taste) always takes me back to when I was fifteen. At least, I think it's fifteen I'm thinking of. But I can place myself, timeless in space to where my body was and how it moved at the time. And as far back as I go (physically) I know that I am right here at my computer (physically). Maybe that makes no sense whatsoever, but there is a knowing sureness that a person feels throughout time and existence. Like living out other lives while simultaneously living this one. And it sometimes tastes like lemon green tea.
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I slept a broken sleep last night. I dreamed lucidly of life lived and left behind. Everything was current, but it was still very long ago. And I awoke with six hours rest, to daylight illuminating my bedroom. In residual unrest, I felt bared and alone and at peace with my many little personal torments acquired over the years. And surprisingly I drew for an hour and a half straight before driving off to work. It felt good. I need to start getting up earlier. Meeting the day rather than ignoring it.
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