Learning to juggle

I always wonder why things always seem to happen at the same time, whether they be good or bad. Do they like it, or what? I don't know if they like do though, because it makes more complicated to spend enough time for each of them. Let me give you an example. 

A Summer extract

I watered the plants on the terrace with Sigur Ros on the tips of my ears. And now the recently fed dog is wiping his nose on the warm tiles while my feet fall from ledge and caress the top of rosemaries. When the Mistral blows, I feel their fragrance. It is much better than an incense that clogs your lungs as quicksand. And after watering the plants, after running on tiptoe between the olive and the fig trees full of promises, I let myself fall into the grass with eyes closed not to be dazzled. I put my hands behind my head and created a makeshift cushion while under my body a microscopic wildlife was fluttering.