comfy nook

There I sit everyday,
Sometimes almost through the day and sometimes for a few minutes,
The orchids smile each day with kindness and certainty,

And there my mind trips and has it's many adventures;

Sometimes in isolation travelling many miles and returning to the moment at hand,
Sometimes in reflection undoing and redoing many things from the past,
Sometimes in utter boredom with the book mark dangling from the book at hand not comprehending any perspecitve or no perspective at all,
Sometimes curious at the light playing through the window mocking the gusts of wind that don't stop indulging it,
Sometimes in acute awareness and conformance,
sometimes playful - keying away complicated lengthy words at a game of Scrabble

All along there is one certain emotion
A chord that weaves through everything else- the comfort of the nook,
The certainty that I can lounge, feel, feed my every other emotion and need at that specific corner.

This realisation confirms that there is a commonality among all of us
Everyone has these special nooks and will have plenty of thoughts buzzing
Creating the fabric of our character and continuing to be central to the repeatability of life...