I saw winter birds today and for the first time ever felt no urge to know their names or nesting habits. Movements of their heads were movements of their heads. And once one word is dropped away all talking follows into sleep. Civilization seems a rumor of troubles over the far hills.
Geese rose over the lake and circled, honking only to each other, then settled back to water, re-arranged but not improved.
This zen stillness in my mind may have been connected to my retirement which comes in a week or so. You use your intellect to solve problems for money for 50 years, then a total sleep for that faculty is no longer a far-off day but is, really, here today. The mind sighs. Eases gently into slippers. No need now to take wholes apart into parts.