Dots of white light reflect off domed water spotting tree leaves.

The hum of a heat pump and flapping of paper pinned to the wall indicate warm air flowing through ducted channels under the floor.

A minimalist going with the flow, following the past of least resistance for the simple pleasure of enjoying one’s thoughts.

A pair of thoughts – one’s carbon footprint and annual crop hectare usage – vie for attention.

Solar evacuated tubes give one a desire for relatively cheap “off the grid” independence, DIY, if necessary.

Then all one needs is a reliable source of water and food to claim freedom from social needs.

If that’s what one wants.

Economies of scale ignored for the fact of inexpensive, low disaster-prone land areas on which to live in many places around the world.

Quality of life more important than quantity/length of life.

Segue.

Having never received nor asked permission to live, one moves forward inch-by-inch, seeking balance in every moment rather than promising oneself there will always be a future moment to reconcile one’s brash actions in more youthful days.

Sad, but not depressed.

Begin.

Translating a blog into 16 languages not desired today.

Nobody knows who I am because I do not exist.

Free from agenda, one is and is not, free to stare at the woods with no movement except reaching to drink a cup of tea occasionally.

Purposeless.

Thoughtless.

Happy, but not exhilarated.

Almost absent of emotion altogether.

The perfect state.

Neither chased nor chasing, neither hurried nor held back.

Serenaded by a mechanical hum on a sunny day.

aum…zzz…amen