A cold morning and the sun shines on through, creating a light that is warm to the touch but not quite heating. I sit here and I bask in what little sun I have and I hope that somehow somewhere all of this makes some modicum of sense.

Of course what I could do instead of hoping and only hoping is add some affirmative action but that won’t happen. Too many things and not enough time and that is my excuse for this particular morning that is the one for today.

Outside some objects are almost rendered in silhouette. I say almost as there still are details that are visible and those details do kind of stick out. There is still depth and form greater than just one plane and so only parts of the objects are in silhouette. It is not odd, though it is something that I don’t often see. Perhaps this is due to my not often looking directly at things when the sun is rather visible when I look at them. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just talking malarkey.

The sun is bright and it seems to be getting brighter. The grass outside is bright and could be considered as glowing and the dew that rests upon various bits of vegetation provide a slight shine. Soon that dew will evaporate and all that will be left is unmitigated brightness, though perhaps it will be slightly dulled. If so, then that is sort of an improvement in terms of visibility, but I don’t have to worry about that so much as I don’t need to be out there right now.

Right now I need to be exactly where I am and where I am is at my desk. Soon the work day shall commence and in that commencement there will be the doing of the things that will get me the money that is getting to a point where it’s not enough to survive upon, but I persist. I persist and I do my best to do a job that is the bare minimum for it is a job that I hope to leave whilst moving into another one.

Need to take more action there, but hope is a good place to start so long as the intention is to lead into action.

I sit here right now and I feel the cold melting away from my body but not so much my hands. I enjoy the cold and I don’t mind the warmth but too much of either may just be cause for concern. This warmth doesn’t feel right. We’re almost at the end of the winter’s first month and it’s warm. It has been cold but it being warm right now is not something I particularly desire and it should not be the desire of many a people.

I guess it depends on how warm it gets.

I sit here and I bide my time and try to postpone work, but I cannot and relent.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:49:58

Sort of a warming up thing. I had the desire but no direction, but I usually don’t have direction so that doesn’t really say anything.

Written at home.