Writing just happened tonight. The wind outside must be blowing the cobwebs out of my head after I've spent so long just talking to my head and not through my fingers to the outside world.
Most of this blog is filled with travel stories, because I used to do a lot of travelling and I wanted to remember it all, forever more. But I've been stationary for a while now. I have a permanent job, a mortgage, and a circle of friends. I'm happy where I am. But I've also decided that I need to do more with my life.
I'm going to give this writing a go, and I'll start with a poem. Written tonight. I don't expect you to like it.
Today I woke up to the music of parrots
Through my open windows
It was a warm night
When I dreamed of people I once knew
And encountered ones I see every day
The meetings were fleeting
Like the gale rustling leaves
All these hearts and minds intersecting with mine
I woke feeling lonely
It was me and the parrots
And the people in my head
Starting a new day.
Don't worry, luckily I don't rate my poetry, so it's unlikely that you'll see any more of that. I just had to start with something.