Copilot

February 25, 2014

Commutes can be tiresome. For the last two weeks my copilot has been a leaf trapped in the hood of the car. Sometimes I turn off the radio to listen to the wrestling of the leaf in air. The rhythm of the crisp leaf on the windshield is soothing from the superficial noise of the world. I will be sad when he blows away, who will escort me to peace? Peace is treasure unreachable by the flesh. A mindful existence is more than a lifeless commute.

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