Utterly Un-inspired!

This just had to be the day when I thought of writing something after what feels like a century! It's a day of no story at all. No rhythm around or within. I tried standing out in the terrace to feel the wind. But even that had no scent. Where did all the stars go? Only city lights swim past my car window. An overwhelming variety of colors forming liquid figures. A choked up drizzle blurred my vision alright, but didn't soak through my hair enough to touch my soul. Humph! All I can think of at this hour of the night is if I were to start a new painting, I will begin with an old wooden bridge. How utterly uninspiring!!