A State of Mind
a state of mind
my hands curl around the flimsy plastic folds of my shopping bag
as I walk home through streets tight and winding.
it is a sunny morning,
crisp and clear,
and magic.
I pause, taking a moment to appreciate
to see
all that the world gives me in this moment.
taking off my headphones I hear the click clackety whirr of the metro,
and sounds of excitement in a language I do not know.
in the sky, I see nothing but blue
and faint cirrus clouds high above where planes fly.
further down the road, I smell spices
warm broth from rich noodle soup,
and a citrusy twang coming from the farmers market.
"all this in one moment"
I think to myself as I continue, a smile beginning to show on my face.
alone, I see the beauty in everything,
stopping when I please to peek in the windows of bustling stores,
or buy strawberries on the side of the road simply because they looked good.
tiny things like this bring me peace.
I know now, that the little things are what make me free.
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