The art of being available

It’s surprising to know that my expectation controls what I see and hear. When I expected to know no one in my town, I saw no one around me.

I rush out of the pool exhausted, then I quietly take shower in a grateful solitude. But time to time some thoughts do come up.

‘My face is burning. I must have worked out a good amount.’
‘I should eat something now to be able to walk without my blood pressure dropping on the way back home.’
‘Does anybody read the save-water sign?”
‘Why is the floor so slippery, who designed this?’

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