I’m trying to force words this morning and it isn’t working.
I’m frustrated. My chest feels tight and I’m not sure why.
Last night there was an altercation in the street which meant I went to bed in an unproductive frame of mind.
Something which my subconscious might have been stewing on all night.
It’s a beautiful day today.
Social media is awash with complaints about the heat.
I love the heat.
I feel intrinsically connected to the warmth of the sun.
No drug comes close to hit its rays deliver.
Inject it into my veins.
I could sit here on this bench all day.
What was it I was frustrated about?