break free

Sitting at my desk after lunch feeling as I’d swallowed a whale. Month-end stress is over and all that’s left to do is a pile of paper to be filed but I don’t feel like it right now. I’m trying to think about something to write but I feel totally empty today.
I know that there is some other reality out there, something else, not just a guy sitting in an office, financial transactions, reports, telephone calls, faxes, emails… I know that this reality is right there in front of me but I’m unable to see it.
I wish I could control my imagination like a painter.. First I would draw a black gravel beach and a pitch dark sea foaming against sharp protruding rocks scattered along the coast. The sky would be leaden and thick with dark clouds, harboring a storm that threatens to break out any time. The air would be cold but calm.
I would be walking among the rocks along the shore next to my horse, and we would walk slowly listening to the hiss of the surf. Sometimes I would stop and contemplate the endless sea reflected in the placid eye of my black horse and tap it gently on it’s neck.
And we would just walk in darkness for a while…