Mid
It’s an odd feeling. After sixty or so days of correspondence, your absence is felt. What are you reading, where are you going, where did you eat, what did you discover? Do you feel a bit of it too? If not, for my meanderings, then the act of writing? Mind you, I don’t miss frantically texting on my phone after 23:00 to meet the quota, moreso the other days, and especially the times when I was stricken with an inspiration and could get to a computer to let it out. Truthfully, since we’ve slackened the reins in April, I’ve hardly written, save for a couple of short book reviews. The week in England was nowhere near as relaxing as I had envisioned. It was still excellent, the days were full, without a lot of time to think – sometimes that’s better, isn’t it? Since we’ve returned a few days ago, everything has been out of sorts. Despite my lack of energy and focus, I felt I had established something that might pass off as a routine. I’m not only referring to writing, but also reading, running, trumpeting (especially trumpeting, it’s incredible how fast those skills disappear), and what’s the other thing? Ah yes, Spanish. I even experienced an hour at the computer yesterday where I didn’t know what to do (contrast that to before the UK – every second felt precious and needed to be dedicated to something). So I’ve come to the library again, to write for fifteen minutes, just like the halcyon days of February and March 2023, hoping it reignites the desire so I’m able to complete the longer piece that we were aiming for. Hopefully you’re enjoying yourself, and some of the momentum we achieved has been retained. Approximately a year ago I was hiking with my dad for a week among forests and rock formations in the Czech Republic. Also known as The Bohemian Paradise. It was special.