day 6

Derailed. By work. By myself. Time to reboot. A sit outside, hammock is makeshift zafu. Hotter than I expected, when the sun comes out. The tranquility of the first few sits of the enthusiast – I know it will get harder before I settle back into routine. Just focus on the breath, as always. Counting to ten, then starting again. Or twenty, or thirty, if I forget and keep going. The sound of beating bird wings ever so close. The sound of a distant military helicopter on a low-level drill. Then a bell chimes and it is time to stop.