A New Chapter

Oh grief and a mixture of boredom unit into a splendid fray of cleaning and trying to catch up on reading.  The writing falls to the wayside, the intensity of which was lacking to being with.  With fingers set unto the keys, it is hard to come up with the proper thoughts that will inevitably spill at once onto this blank page.  

So long as the ellipses are kept to a minimum....

This should be an exciting time in one's life.  The winter is completely over.  Any vestige of cool weather remains where it belongs, in the north or far south many kilometers below the equator.  Yet there is a lack of things with which we as people feel compelled to become involved.

There is always working on the tan.  An admirable bronze sheen brought on by the sun but aggravating all the melanin at the surface layer of fatty tissue.  This involves facing the blasted heat of a fresh morning or the boiling temperatures of the sultry afternoon, lest we become eaten alive by the myriad of biting insects at dusk.

Even still, there is that heady scent of flowers in the air.  An intoxicating aroma of grilling meats and vegetables upon charcoal embers across the countryside.  No end to the beautiful greens and vibrant flowers at the road side.  

It is a mixed bag of pleasure and misery, the summer.  It is bright and beautiful yet boiling over with discomfort.  All covered in a fine patina of sweat and grime towards the end of it. For there is always a new project to be started, though not necessarily completed in any short order of time.

But in the end of gathering my thoughts, there is no season that inspires more than this that is the warmest of the year.  So much potential waiting there to become one's muse, should one take the opportunity to seize it!