It is a cool summer morning, a welcome respite after the hot humid days we have been having. As I sit in the breeze, the words are starting to come. They come in waves once again, flowing in almost a fiction like form, telling a story of a distant memory, or perhaps just an older woman’s flight of fancy. The place and emotions become intense as I write, my soul seeming to pour out into the landscape.
Currently I am working on a short story, fueled my a “for the fun of it” competition on my other site. I have never been good at this, hampered I think by an inability to free myself. This time it comes easily and the most difficult part will be wrapping it up in the set word limit. Perhaps it will be a beginning with something more to come, but only time will tell.
As I look back over the past two years of my life it amazes me to see how much I have changed. These changes are all things that were unexpected and why they happened now I will never be sure. For as long as I live I will never be able to explain the events that led to all of this. When you are not looking and something finds you it is difficult to capture in words. Perhaps it was just my time.
All things come in their time, this I have said before. Sometimes you just have to wait for them to find you.