Nothing

I have been woken from my deliciously deep sleep, and must be ever aware of others needs, so instead of wading into the noisemakers with both barrels on full automatic, today I shall be as a leaf shaken by the passing wind, and remain calm. Everything must pass, and that includes angst ridden young Spanish waiters who, in the height of their youth, cannot talk in hushed tones, nor move about in silence.

So I shall maintain my composure and write.

I shall find my oasis of calm in the written word and will allow the construct of my mind to lull my being back to a state were blissful reposes becomes the inevitable outcome.

Alas dear reader, but I have no subject on which to write, so shall just let the letters fall as they will and decide later whether I should post it.

I wrote yesterday of Roger the groundsman as he fought his losing battle with the elements. The poor man has today taken to have a days rest and has remained at home rather than face the Ypres that is his job. I cannot fault him in that, as I noticed when finishing my shift earlier today, his once swaying tulips have swooned completely, such was the ferocity of yesterdays wind, the wreckage of his efforts is clear to see so no gardening today.

I have to tell you that I have begun to see Prose in a slightly different hue than before and this is no bad thing. If I simply write about my day (and perhaps my night), it would take the form of a diary, albeit a dull one. If I write purely to satisfy my own pleasures, would it still be of interest to any readers out there? I doubt it, Prose is not for the deep, immersive twenty thousand word novel is it? Today's readers are as bees that flit from piece to piece in minutes, a cursory read that may result in a heart or comment to pollenate the writer before moving on and repeating the process.

And there's no fault in that is there?

I am happy to report that all has fallen to calm here, so I may have succeeded in riding out the storm. The Spanish are keen on their siesta after all and perhaps it is time for me to sleep once more.

I do so apologise for the lack of any interesting focal point in this write, but I have achieved what I set out to do. Should any bees have gotten this far I salute your patience. Goodnight.