Another aspect of life

While others dream on
A new vision takes it’s hold
Rivers winding through.

It’s strange how simple haiku works as a muse for me.  Any vision – any dream -can often lead to a circuitous journey which might meander to and fro before it finds it’s true pathway. Following along that journey though requires a beginning – a starting point.  Like the rock one might perch on just before scampering down a  slippery mountain slope, my muse shows glimpses of the various pathways ahead, of rivers to cross before reaching the final shores.

So here it is in the middle of the night and rather than dreaming my own dreams, I’m sitting here chatting to the darkness. Tis a strange journey my muse has sent me on – it doesn’t feel like making a journal entry and yet it’s not like chatting on a forum either.  Interesting.

At this point, I have no idea what I’ll be entering in here nor how often. I’ll probably only post when the sounds of the night are in the distance. In the summer, crickets chirp away at each other, the odd coyote calls in the distance.

 Not now though – now, the only sound is the steady stir of traffic zipping off on their own journeys – somewhere.  Cold air carries their hum over here easier than in the heat, I s’pose. There’s a whole different world of workers out there in the night. I’d love to sit and ponder about them but another time perhaps. For now, I’ll just wonder what thoughts tomorrow will bring.