This lunchtime

There is a life I live and there I was living it today this lunchtime. The sun was out and I was sitting on a bench enjoying a sandwich. There was a puddle that spots of rain lovely-dimpled. Each impact rippled out perfectly circle upon circle upon circle; my head escaped into the air thought upon thought upon thought...
A brief encounter and talk with someone earlier at work who brought the angels back into my world. Something about meditation. Something about Buddhism. Something about dilating pupils as we talked. It set free my flights of imagining and expectation. I get ahead of myself. I let the lovely ripples of an encounter kiss and kiss and kiss the shore of speculation.
And the sun warms my face, a kind of bliss. I think and think another kind of bliss,  yet there I am alone on a bench but for the pigeons fussing around my feet for scraps of what I eat. At least they can fly. They fly even though it is the most mundane thing that takes them from one scrap to the next. I throw them a crust, watch them gather and head back to work as the rain starts in earnest.