Man, what a morning that it has been!
Well, something like that.It most certainly has been a morning and there are less than the minutes of sixty before the morning becomes the afternoon.
There has been a lot of work, let me tell you. A lot that has been done. I’ve been working hard on the photos and now I am here, ready to bang out the words.
I had planned on the walking through the bush tomorrow, but it seems that the weather has had other ideas, and thus there will be no walking through the bush. However, there will certainly be other activities, for there is much to do and see and I am merely one person.
Processes need to be followed and more words need to be written. There is much writing that needs to be done before I can truly say that there has been much writing that has been dealt by my hands.
There may be a swimming, there may be a staring. At the moment there is a glass that is in the shape of a cup that is very near me. It rests upon a container. It is clear and the light stains of orange juice can be seen as flecks along its inside. The glass reflects the light well and in its being is a mirror of sorts that merely reflects ideas of what is is reflecting rather than a clear image. In a sense, this is still a true image, but this is not something that I wish to explore on this very day of days.
At the moment what I wish to explore is the lands that are in my surroundings of immediacy. There are words out there that I do not know, and landscapes that I am yet to see. There is a lot out there that is worth the time and effort, and there is a glass near me. It has a handle that is clear, and yet does not allow itself to be easily seen through.
The glass sits there, doing nothing as I continue to churn out the words that I am trying to churn out, or the glass is an inanimate object and in that inanimate state of being, there are many things about it that could be said. For instance, it is a glass that is good at containing liquids at various times. It is a solid structure that is made of an impermeable material; thus it does the job of its designation quite well. If the liquids that it would hold at various times could get through, then its worth as a glass would be called into question and there could be consequences of varying consequence, or something.
Still, it is there and I should take it to the kitchen at some stage of the day. Well, either that, or I could let it sit there and see if anything begins to grow on its surface.
Actually, it’s better to clean it soon.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:18:70
I don’t know.
As always, could be better.
Still, pretty happy with the way it turned out. Still silly enough, I think.
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