Freewritting: A moment today

A farmer or just a neighbour is out tilling/mowing the earth with some kind of machine - I cannot see it; therefore, it remains just a machine, an enigmatic force of industry. The mechanical groan ebbs and flows as it comes and goes.

It’s been a long time since I’ve written…well written like this anyway. I have written some reviews since I lost my job, but it’s taken me a while to find my way back to pen and paper, or shall I say pencil and paper, for that is the tool I am using to put words to page.

I like the soft scurrying of a pencil on paper. It also feels less permanent, more fleeting, like life in general…

As I finish this small piece of writing, the whirring growl of machinery continues on for a moment before it ceases altogether.