It’s a strange feeling to find yourself trying to kill time on a weekday. It’s rare that it happens for me unless I’m on vacation, but yesterday was an exceptional time killing day.
I sit on the lake shore wasting time.
Killing time like this is actually sublime.
Nothing to do and nowhere to be.
Just time to kill is all I can see.
I watch the leaves blow in the breeze.
People walking the trail look so at ease.
Clouds roll across a beautiful blue sky.
A small plane overhead, all that catches my eye.
Across the lake there are people at play.
Making the most of a nice summer day.
Everywhere, everyone is enjoying the water.
Yielding to the summer, but avoiding getting hotter.
I start to wish all my days could be the same.
Wasting my afternoon, playing the waiting game.