Day's Part to Week's Inspiration

It is getting up in the late afternoon calling it morning after being up until 5:30am.  It is sitting back wrapped in brown chocolate, because that was the color that felt good, when you looked in the closet.  The recognition of grey days that turned a week of "grabbing the bull by the horns" into ineptness on your “off days”.  A week that was filled with possibilities of deepening your pockets; the promise never materialized, however you find solace in the fact you tried, and things are in motion. 

When the call of inspiration hits, the force faces your nose and all you inhale is, stop whatever you’re doing, and get that inspiration filled.  The day is two teens wrapped up, intertwined between open legs, on pink couches skipping school on a Thursday.  It is the decision to say to hell with whatever the teachers are putting out, today we put out for each other, because we are girls, and we like the way we curve—feel it!

The day is the only a part, and each part is added up equaling a whole, it is the whole experience is what we enjoy, what we remember.  The day can be sitting with puffers outside of your favorite coffee shop sipping a spicy chai, as they ramble on about cartoons with bed-head, conversing about drawing each other’s face.  It is the artist in you, who finally has put your HNIC persona in it’s pocket and is able to enjoy breathing.  Part, whole, whole part; parting to merge, adding to divide to finally come to a day, 24 hours make up such.

It is warm lights in a, rainbow spray-painted room with guitars on a wall facing you. 

There is the inviting essence of down-south hospitality found in green mountains where recreational plants have finally been de-criminalized.  There are people here, all are welcomed; please leave your judgments at the door.  And well…if not, please be prepared to discuss them in a most human fashion. 

The weather may still be cloudy in May, as Mother Nature is late with her showers, but there is life nonetheless.  The sounds of the day are like a thumping upright bass-line, guiding the swooshing of traffic just outside.  Fresh scents of tomatoes marinating in wok-like skillets open the olfactory senses.  

What does this part feel like?  Where will this day take us?  The experience is here, its happening now. 

The great thing is, we don’t even have to own it, we just have to let, it, be!