When I fly these days
I no longer try to read
I just sleep, or think
(Just a chance remark, said lightly in passing, but haiku - who knew?)
It's becoming steadily more meaningful to me. Though I never catch up with all the reading I could do, it's so often a convenient excuse for not thinking. (My body doesn't tolerate any excuses for not sleeping.) Now that I make myself think more, or just allow my mind to wander, I've discovered the unexpected pleasure of stumbling over my own ideas.
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