favorable weather conditions.

Hoping for rain, I can only look at the few scattered clouds in the horizon. And I am looking out the office window again, like looking out the window of a very tall unmoving bus. There are feelings of despondency mixed in with the frustration this time, nothing that a good straight 8-hour sleep can cure. I mean, really. I guess having an average of barely four hours of sleep will show its effect over time. But I am thinking clearly for the first time in months, and being able to write without really forcing it. When the rains come, I think things will rock.

I havent seen a good movie in days and I also haven't read a book in days, but no withdrawal symptoms there yet. I think being alone in the house for two days now has a sort of a calming effect on the nerves and if I could stop moving around once I get home I think Solitude will come and maybe we can talk a little or just stare at each other's eyes. Like lovers who have reached an impasse in their relationship, just too much thinking about tomorrows, when the time could be better spent touching, holding hands and moving that stray hair somewhere back into place. Or running a light kiss on the nape. Relax and melt. Sleep together.