Everything appears neat, and tidy, and vivid today. Even the sounds are more sharp, almost painful to the ear.
The wind is still strong but it does not melt things together, it defines them. I tried to capture the idea in a photo, but it’s not easy.
I walked up to Calton Hill in my work break, and meditated 30 minutes at the end of a long day. I didn’t feel well physically, so the meditation was good but energy consuming, as I kept having flashes of orange Indian figures and divinities. Often there is no telling where my brain is going to.
Every image, emotion, or thought, was very clear and self-sufficient today, no apparent connection but a continuous sequence of images giving space to each other without overwhelming the previous ones, without clinging on or shadow what was coming next.
Sharpness.
