No. 208 - Random Observations

I haven’t been able to write for a few weeks, and that’s fine. It’s not abnormal, albeit unusual. My mind has been focused on my business in Texas (hence being a Bohemian Capitalist). As much as I’d prefer to be a full-time Bohemian, I still have to build my dream, even when it feels like a nightmare.

So I took notes from my day, from waking up in an 1840s farmhouse to driving from Fredericksburg to Austin to watching the sun set over the Hill Country.

You see, if you’re a writer, you know when you’re wrapped around the axle because you can’t write. So I jotted down random observations…because I had to. Here they are:

-I wake up beneath a ceiling of 19th century hand-hewn logs

-Dylan plays as the sun waltzes with a sky of silver cashmere

-On a cedar table are Hunter Thompson books, a black coffee, and a can of Virginia peanuts

-My bare feet rest upon a cowhide rug

-Drunken oaks and Lone Star flags line the highway

-The Austin skyline rises out of a flat landscape

-A one armed homeless woman under an overpass selling paintings

-A pink and lavender sunset over a vineyard

-Tobacco smoke doesn’t deter postage stamp sized moths

-Marty Robbins croons…I’ll be a doggone cowboy all of my life

*Composed, Edited, and Published at Whatley Wines in Fredericksburg, TX