Don’t look for me then for I am lost in now.

As I sit hereĀ 

The morning breeze is brisk yet subtle. And I woke anew as I meditated through writing. Palo Santo burned; the aromatherapy to my mind. I sit here awaiting the boil of the water so I can have my tea. My eyes have just fully resurfaced from night. My limbs are slowly building energy to carry…