My mind seems drawn to distraction more than usual. It may even be slightly preoccupied. It is asserting itself so much so that I have been little immersed in the features of the moment.
I think of things that need to be done. There are plants to cut down, screens to store, leaves to gather and put on the flower beds. The demands of the season changes.
Also, my heart seems distracted by what could be. Is this the loneliness that must haunt someone who has chosen not to be in a coupling? This could be the ache of coming face to face with my aloneness. I am stretching the scar I have nurtured and puzzled over all my life.
Planning seems a necessary part of life, I think. Right now I am distracted, more than I want, by the planning and the possible. I get hooked by the changing environment and the distraction of a longing that tugs at my sleeve for action.