Cloudy Expectations

The blank page patiently awaits
Words expected to magically appear drifting down from the ether arranging themselves with intelligence, humour or maybe even inspiration.

Reviewing my day, I realize any early morning expectations were challenged after awaking from an unexpected, very long and refreshing sleep. 
Rain coming down steadily, was not inviting a walk outside.
I buried myself in a couple of books, one with dragons and fantasy and the other about writing.
No urge to move quickly on anything.

The unexpected brightened a rainy cold Sunday morning.
A long distance visit about nothing of earth shattering importance from the loving familiar voice of a dear sister.
An unplanned breakfast out with a friend - more chatting and friendly, cheerful camaraderie while sharing a meal and tidbits of life.
A trip to Russell’s bookstore where two floors of tall columns and shelves of books remind me of the zillions of words that have found their way onto many, many blank pages.

These few words appear on the screen in front of my eyes
with only the magic of digital technology
plunking themselves down from finger to key
arranging themselves in the ordained order
Intelligence - possible
Humour - maybe a smidge
Inspiration - who knows?

  “Our brightest blazes of gladness 

are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks.”

~ Samuel Johnson, The Idler; Poems