Interlude of Thought

As I was walking to lunch I stopped outside my office door, and looked down the stairs. I looked up and out over the large tree that blocks most of the stairs from the street, and took in the blue-grey sky hovering over the traffic on Palo Verde Ave.

I closed my eyes and inhaled, taking a moment for myself before continuing on. I heard a voice from behind me.

"Don't think too much."

I turned around, slightly confused. "What?" I asked.

"Don't think too much," said a little stout man through a diluted middle eastern accent. It was one of the staff from the real estate office across from ours. He inhaled on his cigarette, and smiled. "You think too hard. About whatever it is, don't think about it. Just do it. It is better this way. Don't think too much."

"I'll try not to."

"Don't think about it...too much thinking is bad. Just feel."

He smiled turned his face towards the blue sky peeking in between the tree and the overhang, took a long drag from his smoke, and waved.

I continued onto lunch, wondering how he got in my head, but happy that he did.