She rambled around the room, rambled and rambled looking at clothes and objects lying here and there, on the floor on the couch, on the table, under the table.
The place was a mess. Not chaotic but definitely not comfortable as she'd like or expect.
Until nine there was some time to kill, but she couldn't find how.
"In order to organize the room, one first has to attain a clear mind."
at least these were the teachings of the spiritual leader and yoga teacher, friend of a friend.
So, no room cleaning this time.
Her little brother pecked on the door, looking for something. His small and lively animal spirit always wanting to know what was happening,
interrupting studies and sneaking at not the best moments, made her happy.
She really couldn't imagine her life without him.
He had some thick papers in his hand to do some drawings, origami and stuff.
Fair enough.
Crossing the park, at eight fifty was just
in time to arrive where he was waiting. Some kind of surprise, he took her hand and led her through the streets. Noises mixed together, passersby passing by.
