The Typical Entry

And it's Friday. The rain comes down intermittently. There's a single voice on the radio singing "Dust In The Wind" by Kansas.

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

I'm too lazy to pull out my umbrella as I get out of the car. Instead of hurrying into the office, I stop and close my eyes. The drops fall on my head and glasses. It's funny how a song can play on my mind.

Why rush? Why brush this moment aside? Let the thought run its course without interruption. Let it grow in vivid detail. Remember the voice, the rain, the pause and how this all feels.

Then, before it fades away, write it down so somebody else might hear this feeling's echo.