Another cold day and another one marked with the sounds of vehicles in the distance. There’s dew on the window and it’s not drying. Hopefully it soon does. I hope it does, and soon.

There’s new music to explore and more things to grab onto, and it’s a lovely day, but it’s a cold day, and if the day is cold it is not warm.

The sounds of birds in the distance. There were others earlier, and maybe there is the same amount now, but they cannot be heard.

Just realised I was listening to this music slowed down by a quarter. It was throwing me off. I’ve heard this album before so I was wondering if I’d been hearing it incorrectly this whole time. A real moment there, let me tell you.

The stillness in the morning is nearly over. Soon the vivid afternoon will arrive, and with it many things of various contexts and experiences. The afternoon will draw long and it will draw into an urban quiet, and things will continue to tick on forward. There’s no going backward at this point.

The music is nice and gentle and it flows in a way that it didn’t seem to when I first listened… or within the last two minutes, for that matter. It’s nice to hear; it’s nice to let wash over. It’s plenty pleasant and I like that about it, but it’s not offering an easy and straightforward thing. It’s penetrable… well maybe it is offering something simple. It’s not as complex as it could be and that’s fine. I don’t know.

So I wonder about this. I think about that. I hear vehicles roar and I think about how cold it is, and I enjoy this music for which I’m hearing. It’s pleasant. It’s nice. It’s melancholic, and it’s all sorts of colours. That’s good for me right now.

I think things need to calm down a good deal. They won’t, but I think they do. Everything is too much all the time and… well, it’s too much. It’s constant. There’s no release or relief, and maybe it has been this way the whole time and I’ve become more aware of it over time. I don’t know. I can only wonder and think, and sometimes I think and wonder, and I try to talk about these things but it seems that no one wants to notice. Fair, I guess; who am I to say what is right and wrong here?

To be fair though, I do believe it’s better to take notice. Perhaps if enough people do and start working toward the betterment of things, things will calm down and we can get back to living our lives, because it feels like the wheels are spinning whilst the vehicle is held aloft.

At least right now I’ve this morning, or rather what’s left of a morning. The time ticks away and it continues on, and there are things to consider, but everything keeps on going.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:34:90

Some of this is okay. It feels a bit hesitant to me, which is fine, but in this particular case I think the writing came off as stilted.

Written at home.