pencil it in
Today was a decidedly windy day, the wind blowing around the pollen that sticks in my itchy eyes around this time of night, me ripping my…
Today was a decidedly windy day, the wind blowing around the pollen that sticks in my itchy eyes around this time of night, me ripping my contacts our of my eyes and replacing them with my glasses in a fury. Ideas blowing around — ideas like, what about becoming something totally new, inventing new jobs for myself and others, dropping out of society and moving far away from everything we know, or moving far away from everything we know with a handful of other people with a few good ideas. Or, staying put, staying rooted, holding on tight and waiting to see. The wind tossing around the tops of trees, bending them at her will.
It’s getting challenging writing daily. My mind is starting to wander. I’m starting to wonder if I should shift my energies to watching tv or even trying to make some work with this time, but I keep wanting to put some words into this space. I hope it still holds some kind of meaning, these meanderings. I hope you are holding up ok. I hope you’re making light in the dark. I hope you’re writing things on the calendar; things to look toward and forward to.
For you, I hope today was only windy on the outside.