A long day will stretch out in all sorts of directions and today has been a long day. At the same time it has been a short day. There are two paths that could be traced through today and both of them follow the exact same route. However, one is shorter than the other, and that’s fine. That’s sometimes how it goes really.
I’m thinking of what it would take to be able to get all the things I need to get done in the short period I have left before I need to go rest, for tomorrow is a day where I need to get up early. Tomorrow will see an early rise followed by an early drive. Then there will be driving back and then I’ll have to work and some other stuff.
I don’t know as to why I am mentioning this. I had this idea of writing about deserts as I like writing about them for some reason. I was going to explore landscape and aridity and how vegetation in a desert region can be lively and vibrant without appearing as such, but for some reason that isn’t what is coming forward at the moment. Instead of riding the desert winds I am writing about the day that was today and the day that will be tomorrow, and to be honest, I don’t know why. There are other things that are far more worthwhile in terms of things to write about and this is what is coming forward. Such is the way of things, I suppose.
For the time being I am thinking of maybe steering this away from the dreariness that is the excitement of driving, but I don’t know if I can do that. I don’t know if I have that kind of energy at the present moment. I do have energy, however, and so I am going to do what I can to take advantage of said energy to get this out and get it rolling and then move on, as there…
So anyway, tomorrow is a day of events and maybe they too will be as long as they are short, and then I will be home sooner than I think I would be and that would be something that I’d appreciate a fair bit, but it’s a small thing in the grand scheme of things. There are other things to worry about at the moment and the world is greater than myself and that’s a good thing. Sometimes it’s a sad thing as there’s a lot of pain and sadness out there, but there’s also a lot that can be done to try and improve things for everyone. There is a lot that can be done and there is a lot that I hope will be done. Obviously action needs to be actually taken rather than just talked about, but over time more action will be taken and then things might just improve for everyone.
Hopefully much sooner rather than later.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:50:76
Not quite slow, not quite fast. Not sure.
Not happy with the writing. I feel this could’ve been spun off into something about the perception of the passage of time, but it went nowhere. Oh well.
Written at home.