Is this cafe my new regular? I don’t know, but the atmosphere remains nice.

I’m thinking about how much work and effort goes into making a place inviting. It must take a lot of time, and other things. Well, that’s the end of that thought.

The sun shines and it’s a beautiful day. It’s also cold as, but it is beautiful, and that’s nice. It’s nice to see some clouds away. The trees aren’t looking the best, but it’s cold and it’s winter and that’s to be expected, really. What else is there to expect, other than many other things out there? Nothing; that’s what.

But on a more serious note, it’s a nice day. The clouds are gone, or at least minimal and things feel alright, and I’m tired and stressed and nothing changes, but the view does and that’s always something to look forward to.

My life is slipping into a comfortable banality right now, but I’m restless. Need to be less lazy, I guess, but that takes time. But I have been lazy and it’s starting to bite me. Therefore I need to ramp things up.

I need to launch myself across the mountains, and perhaps over them. I must travel far and wide, and hope for a chance and live on a prayer. I must see the rivers and rivulets and canals and streams and creaks and floodplains and deltas and all those other things that I care not to name right now. Much like some watery paths, I will meander and I will meander with purpose. The direction is forward and I won’t look back.

What I will find, I have no idea, but I know that on this fine day there will be the movement and the motion that I so desire. I will go ahead and go beyond what I know and see more. Once I see more, I will know more and in knowing more I can go more. I can go to where the unfamiliar leads me and I can finally find that effort that I need to put in in order to get to where I don’t need to be and then, after, to where I need to be.

It’ll be a merry old time and, at the end of it all, I will not know how to bring that back so instead of doing so, I will take a nap and call it a day. I will call it a day and rest, and I will think abut what I have learned. I will think about my gold and those that I care about, and after much time thinking, I will begin my trek home.

But it’s cold right now, so maybe not. Maybe I’ll put it off until tomorrow and I can hope for a warmer day. I can hope and hope and hope some more, and once I’m done with that, I can hope even more.

So I won’t travel today, but tomorrow it might just be.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:22:77

Tried to get silly, didn’t quite.

Written at Dirty Red.