This is certainly some jaunty piano that I’m listening to.

Ah, yes. The warming up of the day. The sun has risen and yet the clouds are taking over the sky on this morning.

They cry onto the land as they disappear, for they too want to rule and yet their rule is as fleeting as everything else on this very planet that we refer to as The Planet on which we live.

It’s kind of warm in here. It’s a nice warmth. I know that it is cold outside and it is warm in here. I know that I don’t mind this at the moment, but I think I would prefer for it to be a little cooler. A little cooler so I can justify wearing my jacket. Cooler and raining inside so I can justify wearing my jacket dramatically.

I gotta get up, do the boogie, but I also need to sit here as soon there is the beginning of the hours that will pass like time passing us all by as it needs to race on forward toward wherever it is heading.

This drum beat feels a bit like a drum beat based around the music known as jazz. It’s also pretty upbeat. Not that jazz is upbeat, but this is a very upbeat drum beat.

The vocals are rising and yet I remain firmly planted in my seat. I am waiting, but this song is catchy. It’s taking over my life. It’s fun. It’s something to dance to.

That piano is really trying to consume all space. It’s taking up too much space, but only just too much space. It doesn’t drown out anything else, thankfully.

Soon the day will  begin, although I mean this in a poetic sense, for the day has begun and I am here, waiting for the start.

This new song isn’t as good, but it probably is as good and will take some time to warm up to me, but the room I’m in didn’t take too long at all. It knew to warm up as quickly as it could, for I was approaching, as well as others, and it is cold outside and the clouds are crying and the sun is hidden away, trying to get through the clouds but the clouds hold steadfast for the time being.

But of course they too shall clear as they diminish. They want to hold on, but they can hold only so many tears and they are powerless to atmospheric processes that shall shift them away, either by moving them or allowing them to disappear.

They shall too appear once more, but for now they remain as they are, until they don’t. I am inside and it should also be raining in hear so I can dramatically wear my jacket, but then if that happened I probably wouldn’t be able to do my job very well.

It’s a bit of a conundrum, but I guess it’s better that the roof is over me.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:09:57

I wrote this a few hours ago, and only now is it going up.

Part work is a hell, part I’m lazy.

The text is okay.

Written at work.