<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gREvoop.jpg?2)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Deston Markus Brooks</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Poseidon<br/><strong>Location::</strong>At the gym<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Himself<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>June 19th | From just before sun-up to 8 or 9 AM<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Contemplative<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>Y'all see that pic? Yeah. That.<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>N/A<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Birds had just begun to chirp good morning half way through his workout. There'd been the speed and heavy bag, jump rope, shadow boxing, push ups, sit ups and on...and on. By the time the first glimmers of sun light peeked above the eastern horizon line, Deston had settled into a meditative state in the center of a rather grubby boxing ring,  turbulent gaze obscured as he  pushed away the negative energy he could feel swelling in his chest.  He knew the cause-- it was <strong>THE</strong> date, wasn't it? The day when he first became a true orphan. Years later and it still fucking ached hard enough that he knew he'd spend the day, away from people, unless he needed to go into work for a few hours. <br/><br/>Dragging a calming breath in and exhaling it on a sigh, the young boxer began a low drone of sound to help him get more in touch with the silence. Like most people who practiced an active form of meditation, he chose a single syllable and held it, allowed it to rise and swell from his chest with every breath out.</em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Ohmmmm."</span><em>It rattled in his chest, in his ears, in his mind and blanked all thought  from coming to fruition, erased the daily stresses, removed all worries. Other people would never understand the beauty of it, not unless they partook themselves. Very few did. In fact, in all of his time at the village, he'd rarely bumped into anyone this early in the day. A niggling little worry tried to interject but he shoved it ruthlessly aside and returned to breathing and...</em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Ohmmmm."</span><em>Such bliss there, so serene.</em><br/><br/><div align="center">Violin Concerto in D Major, Op 35 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTE08SS8fNk) | Thinking Music...</div><br/>Eventually, the sun rose fully, the birds began talking shit LOUDLY and Deston knew it was time to get ready for his day. A shower was needed and maybe he'd drop by to visit one of the elders. Who really knew just what he'd get up to? After all, his schedule was free and there were lakes to be enjoyed, right?<br/><br/><br/><br/>