Snaily days

With closed eyes I start.
I focus on the sensation of my movements.
They feel thick and slow today.
With every movement I leave a heavy almost slimy trance in the space.

They seem to be reaching.
Wanting to pull myself further into space.
Wanting to keep myself going.
While walking back I see the traces I left behind.

To start again.
This time, taking it higher up, it starts to feel lighter, more like a summer breeze.
Carried by this breeze I can connect to the space.
Adding to it whatever it needs.
I feel myself opening.

Then I close again.
Today is not the day. Today is snail day.

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