Heaven

Heaven. To sit, undisturbed, in front of a blank page. The infinite possibilities of this blankness, a creation waiting for life to breathed in. Time, once again, for me, for the spaces in my head, for neurons to fire where they will, synapses to have their say. I’ve been away, I’ve been ill and I’ve been working. Now I’m free of all that and can gaze happily at space, time and emptiness, mentally rolling over on the grass and kicking my legs with glee.