Underneath the Stars
At least a few times during the week, I make a habit out of going outside to sit underneath the stars. Sometimes it’s late at night, while other times it’s during the early morning hours. Such moments offer a kind of quiet that I look forward to.
I sit with my notebook and pen in hand, jotting down random thoughts. Sometimes these thoughts turn into a post shared here, other times the thoughts provide a line that will flow into a poem. Most times though, the thoughts are only thoughts, obscure observations turned into ink.
Sometimes a thought will come to mind that offers such clarity, and I will write it down and underline and circle it to ensure it wont be forgotten. And then later on I will return to it, only to find that it makes little sense at all. I sit and wonder, what was I thinking.