I am having the really strong pull to write something...but don't have hours to devote to discovering what that something is.
I wish to wake up in the morning, walk to my desk, and begin something wonderful. I want to have adventures. It's like I'm rushing to find stillness. As I write now, I hear with each tap of the keys, the simultaneous clicking of a clock that I can't slow. It's time to get up. It's time to get dressed, wash your face, slug the mug, and get out of the house. The morning hours are the most precious, I cannot seem to capture them.
Alas.
