Parking lots and Snowglobes

I like parking lots. They are my snowglobes, only inside out.The outside world, all fluidity and movement and inside the car bubble, stillness and a kind of calm that comes from NOT being shaken up for effect, instead effect coming from not being.

I could use more not being even if my not includes the occasional window splat from a seagull.

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  1. JApril 18, 2017 at 7:03 AM

    We could all use a little more not being in our lives, a lesson I have been teaching B.

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