Tired body. Tired mind.
What makes these changes happen?
New season, new beginnings
Where did inspiration run and hide?
Drowning in exhaustive, soul-sucking flutterings of the mind.
No specific logic brings me to this berth.
My distaste for these spells cannot be construed in plausible terms.
I must ride the waves and calmly await the arrival of the moment I seek.
The moment where hidden mysteries of my body and brain become receptive to the musings of creativity and joy.
I sit here underneath the brightly blooming tree and listen for her wisdom and guidance to appear. She has the answers that I seek and the vitality that I crave.
I know the enthusiasm will return. It will revive my soul as soon as I play hide and seek.
If one seeks, one will find.