Sitting on the edge of a small pond with a notebook and pen I sigh and wish I had a certain kind of inspiration. I lift my head from the still blank page and placed a single finger on the glass like surface. The ripple making the water seem at peace and express true beauty of the reflection in the water. I didn't need to look up to see the fluffy clouds pass in a slow soothing way. As I broke out of my thinking my pen instantly started speeding across the page. As i wrote the last word my voice rang out to sing the lyrics i had just composed. The clouds stopped moving all together. The glassy surface's ripples were indescribable. The beauty had increased as my voice filled the small space.
October 15, 2011