Careful What You Bring

Though the view from my door was still more contracted, I did not feel crowded or confined in the least. There was pasture enough for my imagination.”

if i let you into my heart

don't be surprised when i ask you to take your shoes off at the door

that way you'll be sure to know what i'm for

Author's Note

"“Sometimes, in a summer morning,
having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise
till noon, rapt in a revery, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs,
in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sing around or
flitted noiseless through the house, until by the sun falling in at
my west window, or the noise of some traveller's wagon on the distant
highway, I was reminded of the lapse of time. I grew in those seasons
like corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the
hands would have been. They were not time subtracted from my life, but
so much over and above my usual allowance. I realized what the Orientals
mean by contemplation and the forsaking of works. For the most part, I
minded not how the hours went. The day advanced as if to light some
work of mine; it was morning, and lo, now it is evening, and nothing
memorable is accomplished.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[The Unknown Sith]

I feel this because I am the one who has to vaccum! Ha Na, short but good work.

[Pete]

i hate vacuuming so i try to stop messes before they occur, which of course is impossible. i guess everything has its cost. thanks for the read and review.