Is summer time a tough time to write? Yes it is. Try to live as much outdoors as possible, that is good. The cold weather is the good time to reflect and ponder on possibilities. What are the realities and that which is unrequited: all a part of the big picture. Some dreams are stowaways on the ship of fools. Why must the mind be troubled by what is never to be? Drives me bonkers. Some kind of link mentaly with another?... a fond wish of a fertal imagination. Was it perhaps some dealings out from one met at a lonely crossroads? Shudder at the prospect, but...
It is nice when the cool breese comes through the window late at night to cool the room down and return to untroubled sleep.
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