Day of Nothing

I sat at the kitchen table, my fingers strumming against the fake wood, my mind racing a million thoughts a second. For a moment I glanced up, stole a glimpse out the window into the fall scenery, and then drifted back into my own little world. My thoughts started to swirl once again, ideas of everything and nothing at all fleeting back and forth through my consciousness. I had pretty much given up on doing anything really constructive for the day, so I just sat, alone.

For what seemed like eons, I sat. Every once in awhile I would wake from my trance, my gaze fluttering back to the scene outside. Grey clouds had rolled in and drizzle started to blanket the earth. My resolve to do nothing grew as the day outside began to mimic my mood.

I sighed, rubbed my eyes, and pushed my hair back from my face. For a moment longer I fidgeted, but in the end I fell back into my stupor. Again my eyes averted to the window. The wind had begun to blow, elevating colorful fall leaves and swirling them as if in a dance. A quaint smile kissed the corner of my lips as I watched the leaves. Reds, yellows, oranges, and browns floated past my window, every so often pushing themselves to the glass as if looking back at me.

The thought of leaves watching me made my smile grow, and for a moment I thought of joining them outside in the crisp autumn air. But the moment was short lived; my resolve to be lazy kept me in my seat instead.

Again my attention was turned inwards to my thoughts, none of which really made any sense or were of any importance. My fingers started to drum on the top of the kitchen table as before, a lock of hair falling back into my face, the drizzle outside turning into audible rain. Yes, today was a day to do nothing.