I write

So my friends. I have to apologize tonight I have deleted two blogs before you could read them. But tonight, I am sitting in my chair as usual. I've turned the television off and am sitting very quietly. The body is still but my mind is in turmoil. I think the best way to confront our today is to ignore it. Let what is to happen, happen. Many of you know that I have been writing for the past year. Mostly imaginary stuff and a little political satire.

Tonight is different. I am alone, I wonder if I were to sit in a cave with noxious gases rising like those poor women in Greece, would I have more than a headache. Would I try to say something profound, something truthful or ambiguous. You know something that would pass the smell test.

There isn't a lot today that passes that.

We have had a terrorist attack again. I say again because I feel that all of the ones questioned lately have Pakistan in mind. Pray God that those who are responsible for our safety understand that we are fragile without stern support.

Anyway I sat in font of the computer the other day and thought. Should I write about my dear character Phillip. I scrolled down through my pages and hit upon a line. 'I saw her skirts billowing above me. They were captured by the frozen sea. Great spiraling circles of fabric, slowing her progress, drawing my beloved ever closer towards me. Her hair, a crown of threads spread out, following her as she floating, each strand standing apart, with a life of its own. My beauty a symphony of harmonics, Beneath in the blackness I saw and heard. The parts calling, inflaming my passion. The sea moved but I did not hear, She interrupted the ebb and flow. She displaced the natural resonance. There was no one to hear the change, but I did and I hungered.'

Then I heard the sound, low pitched, silvery. Musical notes glancing off shards of water coalescing then swelling. Great flats and sharps, the pipes began to cry and then began the march. Note after note leading me on. I rushed towards her, my feet beating a tattoo. and then the sun began the cadence and then the bells replaced themShe fell into my arms and I was Pleased this was someone I could love