It is slowly turning from a hot and windy day, into a sultry night.
The wind is still making it's presence known as it gusts past
the support cables holding up my internet tower. Sometimes
mimicking the sound of a bass violin and other times sounding
like far off thunder.
It's as if the castle is trying to talk to me.
My old dog is curled up at my feet under my desk sleeping the
sleep of the well contented. He's been fed, petted, talked to
and walked. His day is done. He doesn't even need to stand
guard anymore. His reputation in the town is sufficient to give
all potential bad guys second thoughts. So now he rests.
But I am awake.
It is too early to go to my bed. And it is too warm still to be
comfortable. In another couple or three hours it will be cool
enough for the fan to do it's job and let me sleep away the
hours until I can face a new day.
But for now, I am alone with my thoughts.
My mind races and dances with the myriad images of my past.
How did I wind up here, of all places. Was it all just one huge
accident, or is some greater power directing the action...........
I think that I will sit and think. I think that I shall organize my
thoughts. I may even take notes.
But I'll think quietly. I don't want to disturb my old dog.