Hours well spent

To be seated on a railway platform and watching the trains go by

To be seated on the steps at the mall entrance and watch the selfies taken

To be seated in an old idyllic café where nothing and no one changes

To be sipping piping hot coffee and looking around at the other tables

To be walking aimlessly while all around people in cars and autos whizz and honk in impatience

To ramble with a friend and talk absolute nonsense of zero importance – those conversations which are forgotten once uttered, like vapour whose path one can’t trace

To be writing what one wants (like this) instead of tapping away at keyboard on the report that one has to finish

To watch the world go by

Go by in Doing while all along those hours well spent are all about Being.