PATTERNS ON SMOKE STACKS AND SAVING THE TREES

Have I ever mentioned that I love thunderstorms? As I'm writing this out - on paper using a pencil while wondering why the temperature of this thing I'm looking at is higher than it's ever supposed to be, a thunderstorm is happening out there, the rain pouring down while I'm indoors, protected from the cold wind - a great arrangement if I may say so myself.

Lightning is flashing across the sky and smoke stacks from the factory next door is creating patterns in the *clouds

So, I've noticed lately that I've lost my ability to allow thoughts that form in my head to be directly transferred through electronic means via the keyboard. Instead, I find writing it down the old fashioned way seems to be much better, especially in a moving train as you see the scenery around you change as you move from station to station. Now, that is a pretty big problem for me, seeing that I only take the train once every 2 to 3 months or so... (sigh) and so all those thoughts remain, scattered through the grey matter, being complete pests, never resting and finally making their way to the graveyard for ideas.

Anyway, what's with the sudden inspiration on paper (I might want to write on an old fashioned table with a quill next!!!!) I wonder? What about the trees? Who's gonna plant a new tree for every tree that sacrificed itself for the paper we use?

Oh well, I found this poem scribbled on one of my reports - written somewhere in September, and wondered what could have inspired such a thing!

Maggots in the drain,
Crying in the rain,
Writhing in pain,
Alas! There's nothing to gain.

Note to myself: Terra, stop being a pracrastinator and start blogging properly again!

* About 30 feet above the ground