All Bottled Up

Had a good soaking rain last night. Glad Mr. Brown hared up the garden yesterday to build up the plant beds. At the moment the sky can’t make up its mind if it wants to be cloudy or sunny. So I’m stuck out here between wet and cold or wet and hot. I still love how the morning smells after a rain. Especially when it’s not muggy and hot. 

The birds are getting a little extra crazy this morning. Swooping in and out, hollering at each other. I suppose being hunkered down in a nest all night can make you that way. There are moments when I can feel the same way. All bottled up like a shook-up soda bottle waiting to explode. I had a young friend once ask, where do you find all your inspiration to write so many stories? I suppose all my inspiration comes from being bottled up for so long.

Much like these birds around here, I sat in a nest for so long. So when I finally got the chance to go, I went. When you are young, time seems so infinite. But as you grow older time has a way of reminding you as only goes for so long. Don’t let circumstance keep you from dreaming. Hell it took me nearly 50 years to come back to come back to what I always wanted to be. Anywho, look at your circumstance and make the decision, is this who I am? Or was I meant to fly with away? The choice is yours.