In between

I woke to the sound of the sea this morning.
It was been a long time since I have listened to the sound of the sea. How can this be? I live by the sea. But it is like so: we are so busy; so focused with other things, we forget what is there right next to us.

It is difficult for me to write anything sustained. My thoughts appear in fragments; some bright and shiny, like pebbles underwater; others misty, like the omnipresent rainclouds these days. But I have accepted this as part of the process. Sometimes things do not need to be so clear.

I accept this period of in-betweeness. Allow myself to drift, like a unmoored boat.
Sometimes it is necessary to drift too.

I sleep. I sleep a lot. I read some, I watch some movies. Sometimes I think about the construction of the plot; or consider how I might turn a short story into an animation (outline, storyboards). But never too seriously. Like trailing my hand through the water: more for the sensation than to actually catch anything. I play chess with my brother; I puddle with the website. I teach class. Actually, I've taken on a new class on Tuesdays. It's nice to have a fresh batch of students. I get to be strict and push them in ways that my older students, who know me too well, won't be intimidated by.