Observing Stories

Another day, more work.Tiredness looms around the corner,yet I do my duty. People buzz around,coming and going. Everyone has their own agenda,their own mission. Mine? To write poems. Data entry just fills a dull hole,but stories and poemsfill my soul. I watch as people watch me,unaware that they may featurein a story or poem. The wet and windy day outsidejust serves to inspire me more,though I do wish the wind would shut...

Sitting at the computer, watching, listening, typing. The heat in front of the window is comfortable, though the sun is too bright, even through the tinted glass. Maybe I'll find you today. Maybe... I look out the window every twenty seconds or so. I just want to see you. Even if you aren't with me I know that your being in the area is an unparalleled comfort.I turn around in the chair. Letting a smile cross my face think...