impermanence.

it's a rainy day.
i just finished reading "durante", by andrea de carlo.
it made me think of how a big deal of discontent can come from trying to keep things still, under control, while everything flows.
and i thought of why i like things to be still, without being able to come up with a sensible reason.

this made me wonder on which things in life i really like, instinctively.
and i like taking a hot shower, with the room filled of balsamic steam.
i like reading a book on the side of the window, with a hot cup of herbal tea.
singing at the top of my lungs while i drive.
staying in bed in the morning and dream.