A rainy morning in mid October. I went for my walk when the rain stopped. I had music on as I walked and it kept my mind from drifting. All I could feel was my body moving, the pavement beneath my feet, the cool air, and the light brightening through the overcast. The autumn leaves picked up the light and were almost luminescent. It was quite beautiful. My day is unplanned. I am recovering from my treatment this week and all I want out of the day is to be.
have good music on while I write and it is comfortable here in the
basement. My mind is not wandering, I am not depressed, it feels good to
be able to sit and write. The music is quiet, Anouar Brahem, I feel
mellow. My body is still sore from my treatment, but in the background.
I have been
reluctant to expose myself as I did before on my website. What possible
purpose could it serve other than to get me writing again. I don't want
the audience that I had before and should probably just work on it in
private, but there is something about the act of publishing that makes
the words seem more important. It also curbs the thoughts. Not a bad
thing, to look for the silver lining.