One Thousand Word Challenge 170: Bit of a Pause

There’s a bit of a pause in everything at this particular moment.

That’s what it feels like anyway.

There’s a bit of a pause and things are stretching away from where I currently sit, but they are stretching away silently. Things are escaping as I sit here and twiddle my thumbs, hoping for something to change, but never seeing said change to arrive. Still, this is a moment to breather. It is a moment of respite and so in this moment I try to find the time to relax, but there is no telling as to what will happen.

The clouds have not parted, but they seem to be spreading thin and in that spreading more sun comes out. Maybe there are patches where the sun is shining on through and I just can’t see that right now. Probably due to a tree being in the way, but I can still see the effects of the light and so I feel it is safe to assume that the sun is shining through some of the clouds. I feel it is safe to assume that in parts of the cloudy sky there are patches where the sun is shining through.

Maybe that is part of the pause, but there is no telling as I’m just making this all up as I go along. However, it does remain something worth considering, or something, as then it can lead to thinking about other things. It can lead to thinking about how all of this stuff works together and why they work together and so on and so forth.

Maybe I’ll not think about that right now, however, as I need to think about other things. I need to think about what I’m writing and how it is aimless and going nowhere.

Maybe I’m a little too influenced by the drift of clouds.

I need to think about what I am doing in this current moment and how I should be doing other things as there are other, and perhaps more important things that I should be worrying about at the moment. Doing this does not help to achieve those things, but doing this is much more fun and so I stick with fun and hope for the best and all of that stuff.

The sound of cicadas can be heard and there are birds outside. The birds might just be hunting for cicadas; I don’t know, but the other day I saw one catch the other and then fly off. I don’t think the cicada was expecting such a thing to happen, but it happened. It might’ve happened mid-flight, and it’s interesting to have watched it as ultimately, like many things, it was a spectator thing. I bore witness to something and my life went on, but I doubt anyone would’ve said that my life was to not go on after witnessing such a thing.

It seems interesting as I watched it from a distance. I was there, but I was not there. There is some sort of sense of detachment from what I saw, though obviously that could be seen as my whole not being able to be an active participant in the event, but merely a spectator. The only way I could’ve participated is if I were to distract from the process, and I guess that is fair.

Well, I could’ve somehow set up the whole thing, but that’s something to consider at another date.

Anyway, that was something that happened and I saw it, and now I see other things. I see a gentle breeze move branches, flowers and leaves. I see grass and I see road and I see other things out there. I see the things that I want to be able to see outside of my window, but I also would like to see other things that I cannot currently see. Such is life.

Anyway, I think I’ve said all that I can say at the present moment. There probably is more to say that is rattling around in my head, but talking about one thing and in a really messy way is probably where it will end for the day. There are other things that I need to take care of and I need to take care of them sooner rather than later, but that’s not different from the norm and so I don’t know as to what else I can say at this present moment. Sure, I could talk about the possibility of the impact upon my life that seeing a bird catch a cicada could have, but that is something that I don’t feel much like going into as there are other things out there that I want to cover. The sunlight has disappeared, though it would be more accurate to say that it has dulled. Of course it might pick up again a bit later, but right now it is dulled. It is not as bright and so that makes seeing things a little bit easier, but at the same time it also takes away from the grand warmth that that kind of light can created in specific situations.

Not going to get too much into that though as, again, there are other things that I want to cover.

I want to cover the rest of the words that I need to type out so as to be able to get across what I want to get across, but I don’t think I can do it within the time frame that I hope to do, so instead of that I’ll just keep on writing about whatever it is that I am writing about. There are plenty of words left after this anyway. Those words will come at a later time, and so now that I’ve said all of that I’ll think about the gentle breeze and how it helps to create motion, and I think I’ll think about the brief respite that is about to end due to its time now having ended.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 11:39:91

I don’t know what to make of this.
It’s not great writing, but that’s really obvious.

I think I was just kind of “sketching” when I wrote this.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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