I’m happy thinking about nothing but my songs.
But part of me is avoiding the inevitable.
(Job? Place to live?)
Panicky thoughts jangle in my head.
And then days like this come.
Cold days. Where the wind is still and can’t disturb the yellow leaves.
Only 5 days until my trial version of Ableton expires.
Only 7 songs recorded. I must keep working.
But staring at the screen hurts & walking with the sun piercing my eyes feels good.
I take a break.
I sit on a swing that’s too small for my big hips.
The park is silent. No children, no dogs, no joggers.
The wooden skeleton of a hockey rink waits for frost.
Forgotten Halloween decorations droop and don’t look so threatening.
The houses and lawns seem to take a slow, deep breath.
Nothing dances, everything rests.