Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Can't write. Nothing to say.
Trying not to worry about a blank spot in your brain is not an easy task. In fact, just writing about it now is making me wonder if there is something wrong with me. I know there are many different things about me now, but I am unable to really put too fine a point on it.
Yesterday, after work, I stopped by the house, changed clothes, grabbed my kite and headed to the park of the Nelson Art Gallery. I had a great drive on the way into the city with the top down and the weather was perfect. I spent the next hour or so, flying my kite and listening to music, just tuning out the world, looking into the sky and enjoying the moment. I did not realize that the lawn had just been watered and mowed, so after a time, my shoes were soaking wet and covered in clipped grass, but I really didn't care. I just flew my kite.
Once I reeled it back to earth and packed up everything I decided to stop by and grab a bite to eat and a drink at a friends restaurant. The usual weekday afternoon suspects were there and I enjoyed a bit of time catching up with the guys as I know that work there and frequent the place. I don't even know why I am writing this so I am going to stop.