Smokey

It drifted over the pile of rubble which was the south wall, almost knocking it over. It was thick, and sweet, and it crept along the grass running through it like fingers through hair. The intoxicating smell of burning mahogany seemed to part as it surrounded the rose. It seemed to give off one spectacular last red blaze, fighting against the choking smog, and then disappeared.
The smoke wandered further away, hitting the tall tree's only feet away, and stopping as water does against a brick wall. It smirked and spread westward; it wanted adventure and it was going to get it!
Tracing the smoke backwards, over the southern wall, the bare grass lay there, flat, looking at the ground and avoiding eye contact with the billowing snake above... That didn't protect them.
The fire burned strongly, it was on the other side of the field, over the much sturdier North Wall, which actually looked like rocks had been gathered, prepared, even slightly shaped, and then organized into a neat row with mud pulling it all together, stopping the rocks from escaping (which of course they tried daily).

OK, so it gets a little further along huh?

I'm not sure where to go next. I want to hop over the wall and describe the fire, the person next to it, what's been thrown in.. But I'm not sure whether this'll be a fantasy story, or reality, or mystic (I think they're good but possibly over-done).

Back into real life for a second, my guitar practice is still ongoing. Morning, noon and night (if I can)..

I have a fridge which doesn't work right now.. I think the electrical box thing which is next to the motor has gone, so I've currently got the giftee (my mother) searching for the reciept to it. If not, then my screwdrivers haven't been used in OOooooo - 2 weeks? They must be getting awfully stir-crazy!

I'm feeling vacant.. More vacant then normal anyway, like several parts of me are missing, and my mind is continually elsewhere.


Work is ongoing. Audit stuff is quite boring, and I'm trying not to over-think the script's we/I shall be creating.
Right now there are parts that people can't use because back when it occurred no-one was interested. Now we have people wanting to use it and of course, it's all not working and no-one knows where it is (ie, the level of code) and no-one knows how to fix it.
We're also currently paying for people to ask us the questions we're asking them... Hopefully it will get better!

I'm reading a different type of book. It's called "This book will save your life". Not really enthusiastic about it so far, I've simply grown accustom to Terry Pratchett - his wit, his imagination and his descriptions (hopefully people will see part of his influence above). This book is different in that it's a female writer, tackling a male issue of solitude, and it's more from an odd personal point of view... I can connect with the lifestyle this man holds (sort-of), but the descriptions are more emotion based, more idle.
I say idle because I am acutely aware of very much that goes on around me. The people walking past to go to the toilet in the morning, the shadows that play on the ground as I pass the woods in the morning (and even the people across the 2 lane road and large grass embankment, who are in their front doorways talking), or the fact of the car that always speeds around the roads where I live at roughly 1 am every morning (sounds a bit like those tire-burning party's sometimes). But in the story, it is from a man who notices very little of the world surrounding him, he blinding walks through simply thinking of his emotions - which doesn't seem very male-like to me.

I will end, as I often do in my Journal, with a quote from my fabulous 'book of quotes'.

Love is as strong as death, many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it