I write

This is finally a change I have awaited.  As is often the case with such things, I didn't know I was waiting for this particular change until it arrived.  But here it is.  Right in the middle of dizzying weather changes and learning to live with good brain/bad brain days.  Again I write.  And again I consider playing guitar again.

I write

More reflections on waiting

More reflections on watching

More reflections on paying attention

To the things I have missed

For months

Maybe even years.

I write again.

The days beg me

To write.

So I do.

The spring rain arrives

In the chill.

The seasons turn.

I turn.

I write because

The days simply beg me

To write.

So I do.