Daylight

Slowly breaking through the daylight, slowly breaking through the daylight.

I understand typing about daylight (and said breaking through it) at around 1 am is slightly ludicrous, but hey, when was my writing ever conventional.

I guess writing when it's dark presents some quite nice opportunities - when light isn't there then everything other than sight becomes important. When the lights go off you feel your way through a room that is now vibrating with potential chaos. The click of the lamp switch engulfs the space around into the disorientating chasm of pitch black periphery and grey gazes, vibrancy is lost as the synthetic glow of the computer screen transforms the world into glazed hues of insignificance.

I was reminded tonight by a wonderful woman's blog how much I miss being able to write as if no-one is reading, to just type how my mind wishes, to start my own trickle of synapse rain that slowly builds to the stream. She is marvellous, words are wonderful, I'm all fuzzy.