Well, here we go, once more into Monday. Once more standing up. Can hear and feel the groove. The rhythm pulses and throbs its way into my heart.

Loud music for loud people. Or loud music for quiet, diminished people.

Need to cycle. Need to get back on the bike. Need to practise pedal power more often. Need to do the things that lead me elsewhere.

Need to photograph. Actually need to speak to my camera guy to find out  if it’s too late to get the camera in for cleaning on Thursday.

Hopefully it is not. That would be a good thing it it was not. I would be pretty happy, to be honest.

There is a rhythm and it makes me want to dance and bounce around, but what I am feeling right now is stiff, except I’m not. I just feel tired. I feel the bags under my eyes grow and get ready to make me lift off with the strong breeze that I will find once I am in the field of eyes as they all stare and chatter their teeth at me.

Massive and massive of waves of noise and glorious down hit me. It’s all low end in such a most wonderful way. This is the feeling that I need at this hour of the morning.

I am being inspired by what I hear. I want to move and groove and become part of the rhythm. I want to be in that thick sludge that is being created. I want to become the sound and I am being enveloped by it all. I can feel the bass.  I can feel the beginning of the morning as it wakes me toward something greater than myself as my mind opens and experiences it all. There’s something great here that I cannot reach and tell the details of, but it’s rising and falling and moving so rhythmically. There is motion to the invisibility and I am growing into something else entirely. Not new, not old, just something else. There certainly is far more to this than I would normally expect. So warm, so cold, and all of the things that I want to see, feel and hear, and yet it is all invisible and merely a fleeting moment that stretches itself out on the precipice of eternity. There is no end, even though it will come to one sooner or later.

The day will start soon and I will have to resume what it is that I need to do in order to earn that delicious coin. However, for the time being I can be wrapped up in this noise blanket and just embrace it all as it washes over and through me and takes me away like the bags under my eyes carry me along the breeze that I cannot help but be carried along by.

This is a most glorious of morning and I can only be here to experience and embrace the fleeting glimpses

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:58:34

Written in the morning, shared in the afternoon.

It’s been a bit of a busy day.

Had some great music playing this morning.

Now I just have the shrill customer voices.

Written at work.