I want to feel heat on my skin, taste new foods, see first-hand the colours of my imagination. But I am confined to short adventures. Travel is no longer the periodic wanderings of an inquisitive mind. I turn around to see Blaze lying on the ground, indenting the earth with her small presence. It is all the sensory help I need.
Children have an eye for detail.
That indentation is me, too. Work Is more difficult, fractured, elusive. The muse used to be easier to capture. My reserves of energy were legendary. My name and presence individual.