Every day I go to work, every night I go home to my wife. Life is a funny thing. How is it that at times I feel so inspired by common things? Music, scenery, the way people interact. Grasping at life, I lose view of it all. When I sit back and relax, it flows to me.
I woke up this morning, and took a shower. The funny thing was that there were no towels in the bathroom, and we forgot to put the load of laundry that we were doing into the dryer. This resulted in there being no towels whatsoever available for my use. I had to use an old white shirt instead. It was ok though. I was cold, but I got into bed for a while and warmed up. I can imagine that someday I would enjoy getting up early and just taking the time to think about things.
I walked out of the house a bit later than I usually do, and was greeted by a truly beautiful sky. Oranges, pinks, blues, and purples. Clouds like cotton balls dotting the dome above me. A day-night colored feast for the body and mind.
Today it seeks me, tomorrow I seek it. Flowing in circles and cycles, it all makes sense.
I haven't posted here for some time. It is mainly due to laziness, but also involves me being fairly busy at some points. Well to sum things up, I've been to France (Paris) and Germany since my last post and both were very enjoyable. Paris was incredible, and both Steph and I had a very good time. We got to see and do a lot of cool stuff, including some Mongolian throat singers, which I didn't expect to happen there. As for Germany goes, I had a decent time there, although I didn't see much of the area and it was a short trip. It was very pretty, nonetheless.
The fall colors have come and mostly gone, here. It is always so beautiful and puts me into a certain mindset which evades description. Anyway, I've been spending too much time watching TV, and Steph and I decided that we are going to cancel our Sky supscription with the idea that we'll spend more time reading, writing, etc. I'll try to do some chinese brush painting. Maybe I'll get better if I practice it a bunch. I'll also be writing more poetry, and maybe we'll brave the cold once in a while and venture outdoors for inspiration.
We're entering the winter season…I can feel it coming, and I've already had some roasted chestnuts, which are now irreversibly associated with England and winter in my mind.
Anyway, that is the extent of the news I have, without writing in depth. I'm feeling at peace.