Cold days and heavy mornings, and now I sit down and I take it easy. Not enough sleep, too much being done on not enough sleep and I keep on going. I keep on moving and grooving. I keep doing the things.

What am I saying here?

So anyway, I went for a drive early this morning. Drove down to near Wollongong; just past it and off the motorway, or rather a more than just, but anyway. It was an early morning and it was overcast, and the light in the sky was almost a certain way whilst I was driving.

I mean, it was almost a certain way that I wanted it to be, and had it been that light, I probably would have pulled over and taken a photo, but it wasn’t and I didn’t and… yeah.

So I drove on down and I got to where I wanted to be, and it was overcast and cloudy and I decided to go somewhere else instead. Not the best idea I had.

Back on the motorway and in the sky I can see the sun’s light touching some clouds in the way that it can in the morning, where the light has that sort of dulled brightness that almost feels ethereal. You know it’ll get brighter soon, but in that moment it is different. It is a light that has an otherness to it; a sense of being from somewhere else that has vague familiarity. Of course it often is entirely familiar, but it can feel quite special in a way.

So anyway I was driving and I saw this, and it was all sorts of beautiful and I realised I should have been patient, and I wasn’t, and such is life. Lesson relearned and all that stuff.

I met up with a friend for coffee, did some more driving around. Experienced the violence of the wind’s loudness, heard it moving all around me, and saw sights I’ve seen before. Saw a café that only exists as a building where it once had been as it no longer is, and did a lot of driving and perhaps a lot less thinking than usual, or at least a lot less ruminating, and maybe that;s a good thing. Maybe it was just due to being too tired and more focused on getting home. I don’t know; I don’t always know these things, and that is because I usually never know these things.

Sometimes a drive is short and sometimes it is long, and usually I prefer long drives. This was a long drive, but it felt somewhere in the middle, and that’s okay. That’s a nice one to have, but maybe I’d have preferred something longer.

I know I would have preferred a clearer sky, but you can’t win them all. Just would’ve been nice to drive in the morning with visible stars, and I think some were, but there was plenty of cloud cover.

Well, that’s my evening rambling done.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:53:58

This just kind of fell out, and I like that. It’s not great; it’s probably not good either, but – even though it drags in places – it feels smooth and flowing.

Written at home.