“He walked the long terminal corridor in a straight line aimlessly. He didn’t look left or right. Thoughts, words, worries, calculations spun in a mind tornado, collecting debris from corners, obliterating edifices carefully constructed over many years. Outside Simon stopped. He looked about. There was a light fog and drizzle giving lights an eerie feel. The tornado subsided and left his mind. His body started to walk again but he was outside, floating in a quiet nothingness. He could feel the small pinpoint wet drops on his face, his feet felt the pavement as they touched down in a solid rhythm. A light breezed ruffled his clothes and jacket. There were no thoughts. No stories, no plans, no poems, no memories of conversations, events, emotions. Just sensation.
Excerpt From: “Sky Man Nov 21, 2016.” iBooks.