Sitting staring at a blank screen, fingers poised over a
reluctant keyboard. Unwilling to give up
the secret location of the inspiration key.
The whine of the computer fan drowning out the sound of brain cogs
mashing, trying to blink in time to the twinkling status light. Breathing once for every tick of the clock,
sinking back in the chair, as the room settles around me. Time slipping by, never to come back, gone
but not forgotten as the memory stores this as a golden time of peace and
serenity. At one, not with nature but
with one’s surroundings.
