It was time for reading today. So I stopped with the kindle and my thoughts. Minutes and then an hour and a bottle of water. A beautiful and brilliant moment at the lake. Quiet moments of book and me and Hanoi with its horns and scooters far away.
Only the lake and I and the lake did not speak.
Then the moment blended to another moment. Guilt and frustration long since departed. I did not have a place to go or promises to keep.
Only me and the lake. And the lake lived on. And I read.