Meditating

I know I have written about my bbq before. It is one of my favourite things. Unfortunately the Revelations style weather we have been experiencing of late sent me fleeing indoors last night with the onions on the ground and the flames snuffed out and then kept me tossing through out the night as the wind hammered our house. Tonight it was still and peaceful and one beer later I had almost attained a nirvana-like state when I got sucked back into this existence by the gentle strumming of an instrument. And I spied. I stood on our deck in the dwindling evening sunshine and watched the next door neighbour, who is quite cute incidentally, practise his guitar, upright he was completely absorbed in his music sheet. And as bizarre as it sounds, I suddenly wished someone was watching me like that, while I was completely oblivious to it. I suppose they may have been...