Daydreaming

Surely there can be nothing more innocent and pleasurable than daydreaming! As compelling as it is, daydreaming is nonetheless a singular indulgence, one of limited availability and of equal infrequency. It is quite impossible to manufacture the occupation; daydreaming is a repercussion collateral to that uncommon state of being known as temporary suspension. We must first isolate ourselves from the customary daily agenda, that combination of habit and necessity which unwittingly propels our waking activity.  Without daydreaming the sequel to our mundane vocation is seldom the product of wistful imagination.

The object of daydreaming is distraction from the present. Remarkably the precipitation into that unrealistic state of wool-gathering is immediately uplifting. It may help that the present circumstances lend themselves to the reverie - perhaps the sun is shining and the sky is blue; or you're surrounded by a green meadow; or you've just accomplished some tiresome duty like renewing your driver's licence. A moment's quiet evaporation can afford the opportunity to cherish one's treasured thoughts, people and things. How readily the mind succumbs to the zestful diversion!

It is conceivable that within the mystique of daydreaming we actually drift off, briefly separating ourselves from the confinements of society and the immediate concerns of living.  How welcome are the artistic elements of music, literature and paintings; and our favourite personal and household accessories. It is the chance for shameless fulfillment!

Inevitably our thoughts submerge into the past, recollections of emotions and even sounds and smells, all percolating among hints of events long forgotten and sometimes only remotely distinguishable. The daydream melts away the barriers to soothing relaxation. With astronomic speed our creative fancy flips through countless memories and sensations.  A distant hill suddenly marks the edge of an ocean; a field of flowers is a valley in Tuscany; a breeze a reminder of youth.