Paused

There are times when one has a lot to say about so many things...the thoughts just keep flowing. Any and every situation becomes a little story...funny, insightful or just random. And there are other times when one just glides over everything...in a way that only a passer-by can. That doesn't mean that the observations stop or that things don't register. It's just that there isn't time to process the things that matter and translate them into a form that can be easily understood.

Busy and preoccupied...that's my excuse. Back to the grind soon...the good grind, though. Observing, noticing...and then writing.