My mind wandered away today. It didn’t even say goodbye. I had needed it to do something important, turned around to ask it – and found it was not only oscitant, but gone entirely. Pixilated, I watched it just drifting whimsically across Distraction street – J walking, bumping into the hoi polloi, and barely missing being hit by a bus by just a fraction of a second. Then, quite by accident, it quietly found something beautiful to fixate on, and just stared at it for a moment whilst softly singing a decemberists tune. It didn’t stop wanting to look at the beautiful interruption… until it was approached by one of those guys who dolly around boxes all day and try to sell things no one would ever need whilst standing on a side walk. Jolted from finding commercial absurdity in a moment of beautiful distraction my mind fled yet again. I think it might have then run to you actually, for just a little while – carrying with it the intrigue that given I have yet to reconcile the longstanding pertinacious conflict between my ear and the telephone…somehow, you just became one of a very tiny collective of people whom I have found myself able to dialogue with in that particular context, for 211m and 59s longer than my 15 minute normative max.
But now I really should go; my mind has returned from its tiny trek, and I need to put it back to work. I should really give it a sharp reprimand for its absence…but I feel forgiving. It only wanted to peer and ponder at something pleasing; something very hard for me to begrudge right now.