A new morning in a new month at the start of a new week.
What are the odds?
Well, I don’t know, but it’s probably one, as it is something that would happen eventually, will happen again and has happened before. However, that’s not for here right now and so I will just get on with my merry rambling.
I feel awake. I feel alive. I feel as though I could do a little bit more than I did yesterday, which was not much. Therefore, a lot will happen today. However, when I say “a lot” what I actually mean is “not much”. Therefore, all of this rambling is as toothless as most of my rambling and therefore nothing will happen.
Then again, many things will happen. There will be plenty of things that happen as there are always things that are happening. Maybe there won’t be much within the confines of this room, but there will be plenty that happens outside. People will walk, talk, laugh, cry, feel pain and maybe even feel joy. Some people will be driving and some won’t be driving. There will be some who do things and some who won’t do things.
Clouds will drift on over certain areas and over certain areas they won’t make an appearance. Some will have a menacing appearance but end up being empty posturing; others will not have a menacing appearance and maybe rain heavily. Maybe there won’t be heavy rain at all.
The ocean will crash against rocky shorelines and it will also crash against sand. It will be as still as it is restless and it will continue to move in ways that seem majestic and violent in equal measure. The smell of the ocean will rise on up the cliffs and it will feel as serene as it does raging.
Birds will provide some sort of audible sound out there as they flap on about, moving to where they need or want to be, and other animals will engage in various activities that suggest motion or movement. The world will be as alive as it has ever been, and I will be in here, doing the things that I need to do and experiencing very little, although some might say that it is quite a lot. However, it feels like little and perhaps that has to do with where focus lies as the passage of time exerts its force upon all that is around.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that even though there is a lot that is happening it does not feel as such and as such I don’t feel as though a lot is happening. Still, I persist and I exist and I continue on the path that I’m following which is the one that involves doing this and getting that and trying to work out what it is that is making the sound outside.
It’s probably a bunch of birds doing their bird things upon some sort of metal.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:31:28
This one felt like a bit of a struggle. I’d undergone a sudden bout of fatigue whilst writing and slowed down a fair bit. That said, I think I got something across.
Written at home.