Windswept Solace

In the snow to catch my breath

Hey! Do your unfinished projects ever feel like they’re mocking you?

I know I have ample experience with that emotion. Not quite procrastination, but it definitely looks like laziness to the outside observer.

I thought that rather than over explain or fight my inner woes, I would give in and give up—at least for this week.

I have no news to broadcast or insights to share, but I could use the creative outlet of some flash fiction.

Consider it a glimpse into my world. One of the many places I wander through when my mind needs a break from the usual path.

The Last Vigil

I found myself there once again. I always find myself here.

The peace I feel surrounded by those snow-covered peaks is without equal measure among the more worldly options at my disposal. That is to say, among the choices which would render my thoughts still as the cold air.

Whenever war was on the horizon, my mind would be set ablaze in the glory of that conquest. I cared little for the name on the banner, but fought hard for the pride of my people.

No, my issue was never in any righteous cause, but rather in the fleeting focus—remembering how to discern an honest distraction from a fated foe.

I always welcomed the challenge, but lately I was struggling to match the unrelenting will.

So, I visited the one place I know would provide that lauded solace.

The comfort I find in the harshest winds and most daunting of heights. By all reasonable accounts, I should fear for my life in the presence of the awesome prowess that is the endless sky above and the ancient abyss below.

Yet here I am again.

Looking up and beyond for an answer.

And when the echoes provide none, I smile.

For at worst, I know you will provide comfort against the full weight of my sins.

Regression

That’s been me this week.

No progress, just a few more restarts to my writing Significatorius.

I do have big plans to finally sit down and focus though. I will be getting my story translated into real words soon—very likely within the next few weeks.

No matter the detour or clouded mind, I can’t stop myself from weaving and spinning these intricate webs.

Hopefully you can enjoy at least a few of the threads.

Until next time.

—JMB