Riding through Italian Market on my bike, watching vendors lay out winter squash and imported lychees, a red-lettered sign catches my eye.
Early morning brain prevents me from getting the joke for a solid minute and in that time I try to follow this new rule set forth by this unknown guru.
I begin to breathe deeply, clear my mind. Relax my muscles, feel the damp fall air lick my skin.
A wrinkled, crisp leaf circles in a wind swirl and my mind follows its delicate dance.
I imagine my son’s third birthday candles glowing in front of his face. Maybe we should decorate it with the left over Halloween candy.
Forests of lollipops on fields of kit-kat crumbs, a three-year olds heaven.
REST (AU) RANT!
Now I get it.