Ramble Ramble
Boulders of sleep trespass into my vision. A chill in the air and darkness past my back window reveal early morning. Coffee is my only hero as I sit on my cold leather couch and reach for words that make sense.
Three words forward and two back. It's like writing a novel only to come up with a short story. This is an early morning pattern that I look forward to and despise all the same. Glory only comes when I rest my fingers on the keyboard and waves of energy move from my mind to those little black keys with white letters. When they start to go click click I know the coffee is flowing through my vein and inspiration is only a few sentences away.
So on this cold Sunday morning my mind is racing with imagination and my fingers are antsy at the possibility of a good work out. I can only hope that carple tunnel doesn't steal my thunder.
Through my back window I see darkness and a slight break of day coming at me. A dark shadowy outline of the scarey trees in my forest are outlined in dark blue. As the trees come into view with streaking rays of sunlight headed west I wonder. I wonder, was that a wolve that just ran past my window outside? Were those really two sets of beedy red eyes or is my imagination running rampped.
All I know is the coffee is not kicking in yet. Two more sips and caffine should flow like water into my veins and awaken my right mind. It's too early for a morning blog. I am pushing my mind to wake up and it is refusing. Sounds like a battle for my mind will ensue today. The question is who will win. Will it be my will or, well my will. That is all I really have.
Three words forward and two back. It's like writing a novel only to come up with a short story. This is an early morning pattern that I look forward to and despise all the same. Glory only comes when I rest my fingers on the keyboard and waves of energy move from my mind to those little black keys with white letters. When they start to go click click I know the coffee is flowing through my vein and inspiration is only a few sentences away.
So on this cold Sunday morning my mind is racing with imagination and my fingers are antsy at the possibility of a good work out. I can only hope that carple tunnel doesn't steal my thunder.
Through my back window I see darkness and a slight break of day coming at me. A dark shadowy outline of the scarey trees in my forest are outlined in dark blue. As the trees come into view with streaking rays of sunlight headed west I wonder. I wonder, was that a wolve that just ran past my window outside? Were those really two sets of beedy red eyes or is my imagination running rampped.
All I know is the coffee is not kicking in yet. Two more sips and caffine should flow like water into my veins and awaken my right mind. It's too early for a morning blog. I am pushing my mind to wake up and it is refusing. Sounds like a battle for my mind will ensue today. The question is who will win. Will it be my will or, well my will. That is all I really have.
