The soreness, it spreads, but it goes away and will soon dissipate which is always a good thing. Less pain equals more flexibility and other things, of course. Or is it of course? Now that I think about it, I’m not too sure.

Anyway, that is not for discussion today; at least, not by me. Someone else might discuss pain in detail. I don’t want to. I don’t even want to skirt over the surface of discussing pain. Right now I just want to let flow whatever flows out of my mind, but that might end up being a bout rivers or boats, or boats carrying rivers to some destination that might not be visible at the current moment. Not quite sure yet, but will find out soon enough probably.

Maybe I’ll write about oranges as those are things I have not written about in a while and I’d much rather peel them back and dig into their flesh to see what they’re all about these days. Perhaps it will be some sort of exposé. Then all will know and I will have written something with merit to it. Perhaps that is the best way to proceed, but then again, perhaps it is not the best way to proceed. Not really sure, but if I don’t start digging then perhaps it is possible that I will never find myself in a position where I am able to be certain about the certainties and uncertainties. I guess I’ll have to see, or something. Perhaps I won’t see but instead feel and hear and sense the thing that is to be, whatever it is. Then again,a perhaps I won’t and instead will just settle for vitamin orange instead. Wouldn’t be too bad a thing.

Then again, what else can be said about oranges in this day and age? I’m sure that there are plenty of people out there who have written about them in depth. I’m sure that that is happening even right now. Is there anything that I could possibly add to the already heavy levels of information out there on a subject that I am not well-versed in enough to have a strong opinion? Perhaps I could suggest something that might raise a few questions or possibly point in a direction that perhaps others were yet to see, but then again, is that even something I feel like getting into? I’m sure that maybe one day it would be, but right now I think I’d rather talk about other things than oranges.

That said, they do taste nice and their nice taste is something I can talk about, though perhaps that is for another day. Instead right now I’ll probably spend my time talking about other delectable objects and then once that is out of the way I’ll do a bit of gardening, sore legs be damned. The garden does need a little bit of work and I do have a sunny afternoon ahead, so it isn’t a bad idea.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:08:39

Getting to the act of writing was more of a struggle than I thought it would be, but sometimes that’s the way things go. I think it shows.

Written at home.