Like 46.3

[candid]

I don't know what's with me today. Am just floating out in space somewhere, watching the world pass by. Or maybe I'm passing by. I don't feel as though I should be doing something, really. I sense that's coming, but not yet. No great revelations. No inspiration. No motivation. But no guilt over it either. No depression. No anything much. If there is awareness it is only on a subtle plain. Like a stretch of river running smoothly over a flat bottom. Ah, like 46.3! Open with no resistance. No obstruction. No known destination.