Moments of Monday...

As my fingers meander over the keyboard, I think that the right words will come out. They will spill over onto the computer screen on their own. They will be perfect and meaningful and will not be a waste of space, time, or effort. They will not embarrass nor shame. They will soothe the mind and fingers that yearn for the stimulation of writing.

I wander from thought to thought, and I wonder. I wonder about the day, my inked engagements, and the time in which I can nap. I wonder. I wonder about the time that is evaporating and due dates that are approaching. I wonder when the last moment I can wait to begin them. I wonder.

I hope. I hope that the loquacious inhabitants of this hall use up all of their fuel before one o'clock tonight. I hope that the sun begins to shine. I hope that today someone, perhaps a girl with long brown hair and small silver glasses, will learn a new word, a new sound, or achieve a sense of accomplishment. It's been a long time coming. I hope. I hope that my nail polish won't chip. I hope that my flowers won't die. I hope that this week will pass quickly when I close my eyes, and I hope when I open them, the days that have passed leave a trace of blue.