I read the letter again trying to understand the questions. I let the pages slip from my fingers to fall to the table. My email sounded for an incoming message. I was being asked if I was okay, it was another reach to understand the questions. I looked out the window to see the wild roses blowing in the breeze. They were so beautiful. I liked to think about their simplicity of existence. No one was asking them why they were red, why they grew the way they did. They were just enjoyed to be what they were meant to be.
I reached for my keys and my Ipod of music. It was time to relax by going nowhere I could be found. It was time to just be.