I went for a long walk tonight. I run and walk every day, generally several miles, but I went out late tonight just to clear my head. I don't know why it feels cluttered... maybe that's not even it. I've got an idea for a story, but I don't feel like writing. There's plenty of news, but I don't feel like reading. I don't want to do anything, and yet there's time to fill.
I had a few cookies for dinner, some salami, and some stone-ground mustard my cousin sent me in a nice basket to congratulate me for passing my preliminary exam. I wanted to share it with someone, but she isn't here. By this time next year I'll probably be Dr. Williams, and I'll get baskets of food from all sorts of people and pile them high in my livingroom. I'll eat salami and mustard for weeks.
One of the things I love about walking at night is finding a dark street and watching the moon-shadows. At first you think your eyes are playing tricks, but if the moon's full enough it'll cast shadows. Once you know what you're looking for, you can see the moon-shadows even when a streetlight dares to interrupt the darkness. They get dim in the bright orange light, but they don't disappear entirely. The moon casts shadows even during the day, but the sunlight hides them. That's too bad. I bet most people don't even know about moon-shadows.
I've got a really good idea for a story, but I don't think I'm going to write it. I write a lot of nonsense that I don't mind sharing, but this idea is so good I think I want to keep it to myself. I could write it out, and you'd laugh and cry and look deep into your soul, but I don't think I will. If I put it out in the sun it might fade away, but if I keep it wrapped in darkness I'll always have it with me.