The Man Who Can't Be Moved.

I squirm, and ah squirm.
Squirm, squirm, squirm...

I just got the sudden urge to type that. I wonder why. Probably because I was dancing in my office chair to one most lovely song by The Script. Then again, you can't really call my dancing, dancing. So maybe that's why I thought of squirming. Because when I move to the beat, it' looks more like painful, jerky squirming. Interesting.
But today isn't a day for flailing to music. Today is a day of celebration. I'm letting myself write without subject. It feels like I've got this disease. This sickness that crams all these ideas and words into my head. Not so much like a writer's block, more like a writer's traffic jam? All these things want to make it on to paper, but you can only go one at a time, you know? So I guess this right here is the proverbial HOV lane to my thoughts.
Something in the air today. I felt it this morning at practice, running up at the track. The trees swayed a different way. The darkness wasn't moving. The wind whistled a little different. How is it that one little thing can make such a difference in the way you see things? I guess when you feel this way you tend to take on a different perspective of the world around you. Something is growing. Starting to take on a different meaning. The end of June burned up every bit of doubt I had. Almost all the worry and bad dreaming I had taken on after lengthy days of thought. One day changed everything. Several days, now that I think about it, have changed many things. November means so much more to me. And the wind and dead grass that come with it. The frost that sets on the trees and shingles. And those last breaths. Those last few breaths, letting our air rise up into the sky. Carrying promises.
Life has sure become more and more amazing. I couldn't be happier. Hopefully it lasts. I don't think I could live without it lasting.
And here it comes, congestion of SH-Alex. The highways and byways of my mind are so cluttered with thoughts, I'm afraid if I keep typing I'll start talking in circles. Off to laying on the kitchen tile again. Wondering about the future.

And what I'll have for lunch.