We Interrupt this Hiatus
I have been on a hiatus, of sorts. And I return, slowly.
In the last couple of days I began running again. It hurts to begin again. My legs need massages. The hurt is good.
I noticed today that my senses are heigtened when out of breath perspiration mixes with the outdoors. I could smell things in full color. House number 384 is doing laundry. They have chosen remarkably floral dryer sheets. I think it helps that my body hurt. I remember times in years past when my heart hurt–almost the same–and feeling as though my senses were likewise heigtened by the strain. Everything was more vivid.
House number 5801 is fixing something Southern Fried and wonderful. The kitchen is now spilling accidentally on the street.
I tend to think that writing / blogging / creating after a dry spell is a bit like running on hiatus. It is awkward to begin again. But we begin, and begin and begin. We hope that our senses will again be released and amplified.
(lomo photo by mailo vox on Flickr)