Springfall

Hey all,

My life has been for the past few months content.

I've been reading and practicing my characters, both of which elicit a kind of guiltless joy which puts up a struggle when neglected. The characters and books draw my to them with an inexplicably strong magnetism. I take it at its face value and try not to pollute it with too many thoughts.

I've been waking up early and riding a bike, seeing a landscape that has been familiar for 21 years with new eyes. I'm learning to appreciate that ever present fog as a feeble bond between Earth and the heavens. I'm also learning to appreciate the dismissal of rational thinking.

I'm doing work that gives me great pride and pleasure. And although I get lazy, frustrated and tired from time to time, there is a pervading sense of purpose that lifts me by the hips and spins me around until I'm giddy. I've consciously glided through the past two months of my life, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Now that I've wiped the dust off the blog with dry palms, I think I'll moisten them and attempt the same for my Moleskine.

Ben