There is a time when you need to refocus on the task in hand... with a few words and great images, it is a thought process and a journey.
Without thought, there is no art, when there is no art there is a huge hole...
"I am not old she said,
I am not old she said..."
But the music continues to play, swirling with the first Opus and gathering pace as it comes to the finale.
With notes in a precious book, tis time to reflect and move on....
Notes that catch my thoughts, dribbles, splashes, spills, drips, words, and other detritus, as I work my way thru journals and blogs that have kept me occupied during an unusual time in all of our lives...