Home again

There is so much to rant about, so much that happens every day that I'm dying to write about, yet once the day is done you never feel the same....never strong enough to write the way you had wanted to.Something just feels distant, unreal and an attempt to create the feeling that once existed in you but faded, with time and settlet as pieces of visual memory, like those small parts of a movie that stick to your mind days after you have seen it. No I am not going to spend hours blogging about why I am not blogging about all that should be blogged about.Sigh!
Anyway, I suddenly have all the time, all the space and a better computer which doesnt eat up my words. Its a great feeling to see this hateful thing being nice to me. Its cold outside, not as cold as I'd like it to be but cold all the same. The wind feels nice, so do the blankets that keep you from it. Its time for all those things that feel good. The beautifully textured clothes, the hot coffee, the warmth of being indoors, the wind outside, the sunlight that feels good for a change, occassional though, the clouds...its all so beautiful.
I shall write, a whole lot, with a little more time at hand....the last few traces of work need to go away. Its been a while.....