Confrontations with silliness, oddness and reality

The clay in the hand of a child was molded into a flower. I looked inside the flower, various petals made it bloom, giving meaning to an innate block of clay and transforming it into something that we identify as beautiful and positive, something that has a name.
I stirred my coffee with my finger, a warm tingling sensation soared up my fingers and the mud residue on my finger was absorbed by it and floated on top of the strong aromatic liquid. With a spoon I collected the mud and set it aside on the saucer. I then threw the coffee down the drain. Good coffee gone to waste.
The cat’s eyes were fixated on the oscillations of the pendulum. The green eyes were mesmerized by the movement of the little ball. I snapped my fingers; the cat flinched and retracted to a corner. After a few seconds it was drawn back towards the pendulum.
I was not focusing on the movement of my body. When my mind and spirit are in harmony with its movements, my actions automatically become effortless and graceful. My mind drifted to the girl sitting in the corner. My movements were clumsy.
Conversation between two birds. Bird no. 1: “Tweetchitweetwit??” Bird no. 2: “Twittwittwit.” Bird no. 1: “Twichittwittwit.” Bird no. 2: “TwitchitTweet.” I wonder what they say. Their language is melodic.
Three days ago, my lungs found it difficult to intake air; my breathing was accompanied by a whizzing sound, I couldn’t climb a flight of stairs without stopping after every three steps. I had become the image I have witnessed so many times in my father’s. My first asthma attack.
People and uncles I’ve known while growing up, are falling sick and dying. Friends and cousins my own age are creating babies. Life continues on.
It’s time to sing dum diddly dum dum, dum diddly dum dum and worship the rising sun.