I hope this little writing streak keeps up, because I've been suffering from writer's block for about four months, with very little respite, which is why I haven't been even posting journal entries. I think I'm tapping into it now, which has me modestly excited and anticipatory.

So, I'm feeling... free. Loose. This summer I have nothing to do except work in the evenings, which is truly a pleasure. So what I've found myself doing is reading voraciously, which I haven't had the time, and therefore the ability, to do in quite some time.

And although I feel uneasy sometimes about my direction in life, on a day to day (or rather, night to night) basis I am finding myself inexplicably content just staring up at the stars, feeble though they may be in the mild city glow, and contemplating matters that ought to be unsettling- and I believe that they would be, in the light of day. The summer months don't typically have this much wind here, but it's been incredibly windy all through May and June. It's truly a delight to lay out at night under a large tree and just... listen. To the leaves, to the insects, to the thoughts that, sometimes, I think, are whispered down to me by the stars- snippets of eternity. Oh God, I gotta go. That's a poem waiting to happen, right there. Night, y'all!