Chance of Showers
I think of them as brain showers, moments of words aligning in resolute ideas, sprinkling ideas of unsupported reasonings in my thoughts. Where from the moment they start they come in constant flows of drizzling words. No real reason or rhyme, no real rhythm or timing, just words lining up in sentences where I am at a loss to speak; left only to think, how wonderful, that somewhere in the confines of my mind there is a logic splattering little puddles of phrases that make for a delightful blueprint of blooming images where I can spend a few minutes outside all the usual. And in my moments of those pleasantness's I realize that words don’t always have something to say; they don’t always hold an intent for anyone in anyway. They’re just there. Plodding along as I go about my day cleaning a kitchen or folding the laundry or bathing in a warm soapy tub. Just as playful and as mindful as a breath of fresh air alleviating the stale moments of an ordinary day never finding the...