Nothing to Say

November 4, 2007

At first this was going to be a post about not limiting oneself by the boundaries imposed on us by society and the media. I.e. to go out there and live our lives as we want to, not as the world around us wants us to.

I paused.

I was going to write about the weekend, and our problems with the electricity at home, and all the mess that is happening. That would be complaining, and I’m not in a complaining type of mood.

I hindered.

I wasted to write something positive, something good that has happened recently. Nothing crossed my mind.

I need to improve my style of writing. I have been relaxing way too much.

Another pause.

That is all.

The dark wind brushed against my face, prickling my cheeks. The scarf kept my lips and neck warm. I felt the cold wind mixing with my warm wet breath with every puff. The inside of the scarf felt a little moist. I turned my face gently towards the dark wind, a gust burned my eyes, a cool burn that made my eyes water. A tear dropped not out of sadness, probably not. There, I saw it. Glowing in pitch black darkness. It was vaguely round, morphing with every stroke of wind that hit the surface. Disconnecting and connecting, glimmering in the distance. There it was, the moon upon the sea.

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