Glorious days are hard to come by, so there is one coming around the corner.

It can be felt among the populace of the very earth that we are on.

We know that it will be here soon.

The day will be so glorious, it will be remembered for some time.

It can be felt in the bones and the soils. It can be felt in the air and the birds.

It can be felt by all and by none who will see it coming.

When a day so glorious as this one is here, there will be as much rejoicing as there will be celebrating.

There will be a feeling of most wonderful tones and auras.

There will be many a great party and the festivities will last well into the night, with many of those participating dancing and hooting along well until the festivities come to a close and it becomes time to rest.

The birds will chirp, the dogs will bark and the horses shall neigh in some sort of festive celebration as well.

The trees shall sway to and fro, and something will happen with the ocean…

Nope, I can’t keep this up.

so I started off with an idea and it was going somewhere… sort of.

Ran out of steam. Where to go now? To the hills? To the mountains? To the valley below the valleys below the ridges that extend their ways far beyond the thick thickets of bush that obscure the edge from our vision?

I could always go down to the stream or the track in order to take a few laps around in order to try and work out where this mess of a text must go, but then again I could not and try and sit on a cliff facing the coast, staring out into some sort of abyss in my mind as gates guard the vortex that swirls away on my wall in the night, making me realise all that I am and all that I am not in order to find the consensus that perhaps dancing in the desert as America gives the go ahead is not the most effective use of ones time unless the message is strong and resonant.

I could also just keep on typing my way over the hills, beyond the horizon and along the dusty road that is set before me, for there are many many kilometres to go before I can truly declare this journey one of a significant distance. There are many things to do, but I must go caving in space first in order to make sure that I know that this silly little story is not meant to be taken in that direction, if that is indeed a direction that I can indeed take this thing.

Perhaps it is the case that the glorious day has indeed already occurred, or is occurring and right now we are living in its wondrous glow. Perhaps that is indeed the case.

Perhaps.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:41:45

I don’t know what to make of this.

I think that I had a good idea and it unraveled pretty fast.

Oh well.

Written at home.