No smile, although self-assured and content.
Knowing, cognitive; thoughtfully lost.
Everyone bets but none wage the cost.
Effectively, he wakes, rubs his eyes, and begins to think. Gears turn in his head as he examines the digital qualities and functions of the present.
A message, a process; almost innately practiced, electronic-transportation, causing light perspiration to the human body. He reads the passage. A process thoughtless enough to forget and then remember again with ease. A process thoughtless and powerful enough to cause nausea or mental disease.
The sun shines, the muse arouses, existence is palpable. Wind faintly touches the senses as the sun’s heat warms the soul. Eyes squint, searching for beauty, only to be satisfied immediately.
The 3rd quarter is over and the globe continues to spin.
His feet, fixed, planted, as he ponders the broken man stirs to walk again.
All smiles over here as he walks forward and holds up his chin.