08.11.07
Night into morning.
At ten to six in the morning, the sky shifts from a dark blue with pink highlights to a light purple which is nearly uniform.
There are still crickets chirping, even though it’s definitely light outside and the traffic is still very intermittent. This is the night’s last hoorah before it gives way to day and the evil daystar.
I’ve been up all night, which is no longer a rare happening for me. Ideas tease my mind as I stare blankly at a piece of paper or my computer screen. I have so much emotion inside of me and I can’t get any of it to pour out to make coherent words, much less phrases or paragraphs.
I play a game to let things percolate and then I think I might explode from the pressure of all this stuff in my head… except it won’t come out. Nothing, not a word, I can’t put it down at all.
It’ll come, I know it will. I just need to coax it out. Maybe a change of scenery?
I’ll probably be going to the cottage this week with my dad and his mom. Maybe some fresh country air, some canoeing or swimming and some different people to talk to will shove these ideas out of my head and on to paper, or the virtual equivalent thereof.
The bus will be going by my window any minute now, truly signalling the start of the day. I’m going to try to be asleep by then.