A Moment of Moment-ness

This is an empty moment, a free-writing, take-no-prisoners, loving-the-dash kind of moment, when the sun that has managed to peek out from amongst the spectacular cinematic "I Look Like God's About To Speak" clouds and is lighting up the brick facade of the old building across the street and the increasingly flame-leafed trees below. It's an end of the day, marking time 'til I can make a transition to errands and home life, vaguely tired and wishing I was somewhere else doing something else but not motivated enough to make it happen kind of moment. A "what the hell am I going to write about *now*" kind of moment. Actually several moments. The cars whoosh by on the street below, but otherwise it's quiet but for the sound of typing. No one outside on the street talking, no one in the building. Time to go home, to start the next phase of the day.

That's it for today. Too tired and uninspired for anything else. Go watch a movie or something. I'm not your monkey (as John Stewart would say).