Prague Ponderings and Pinings

As I sit here, finishing my long and arduous toil over a particularly trying and dull but purportedly clinically important executive summary for a client, the very client for whom I had the wonderful and exciting opportunity to travel to Prague, lamenting over the loss of summer and the capricious notions of vacation encompassed therein, thinking about my dear childhood friend who just returned from a number of months working abroad in Europe, I pine for this city. I spent such a short sojourn there, yet immediately was so struck and impressed and in love with the vibrant energy, the new culture, the art and the creation. Perusing through my photographs from the trip, I now realize that there are a number I failed to share in a timely fashion; the cyclic minutia of work, family, socialize, sleep, at times beautiful and at times a circadian rut, so quickly returns, normalizing any feelings of grandeur and wonder extracted from exploration of a new place. This will be ameliorated.

Pessimism has become languid, flowing and circulating with an easy rhythm, regular, rather than a burst of sharp and temporary energy. This makes me nervous and afraid. Looking to the impermanence of the body, and by default the mind housed within, pitted against the seeming stone eternity of cities we build, cultures and ideas we create, although daunting and also carrying fear, can be a calm, a sense of salvage. My mood, if I allow it, will pass.

My niece, in herself another piece of intricate and architecture, malleable in organic and inorganic, conscious matters, will soon be born. She will be fresh and new, but will all too soon become well acquainted with the matters of this world. I cannot wait to become her teacher and friend, and I hope dearly that we have a chance to travel with one another.