Not a lot to report. I didn't get out much this week. I've been introspective, and spending time alone. I'm working on a new song. I usually let the words to songs come naturally to me, but this song is different. It's pulling at me and I'm constantly looking for clues to the puzzle. I have the music. It's the words I'm after. It's always the words.
The eclipse was the big news of the week. The birds, out of respect or fear, didn't make much of a peep when the moon was crossing the sun. I found that interesting. I believe birds know a lot more than we give them credit for.
A few nights ago I woke up at three in the morning. There was a mouse on my roof. I heard him scampering about. He was working real hard, back and forth he went. An owl was hooting in the distance. I got the feeling the owl was waiting for the mouse to make a mistake, to run out in the open. Somehow owls catch mice. It seems impossible, but they do. That makes me feel good in some way, that the impossible can happen. I know it's not impossible for an owl to catch a mouse, but the probability is not that good. At least in this instance it wasn't.
'It's impossible, to tell the sun to leave the sky, it's just impossible.'
