You Think Too Much

"If you think I am a piece of work now, you should see me when I try not to think."

All Is Trance

She grinned. It took a lot of time for her to finally get it. He was far less social when he did not honor his mind's persistent request. "So what did you do after that?"

"As they say, I bit my tongue." It was at these times his most productive soup conversations began. These insights could be best described as a rare discoveries of timeless value.

And while still few and far between, such gems were more frequent as of the time he had slipped into sustainable happiness just a couple of years before.

It is echo time once again on the prairie. Music to ones virtual ears. An appreciation for the symphony of patterns so common and under appreciated. And the buzz (no pun intended) will be 'obtuse, obscure' etc. Sometimes one has to defer explaining it to those disinclined to pursue depth absent an appropriate nudge.

© 2011 Buzz Hill