To Counterbalance the Awful

I had a weirdly good day.
Nothing too fancy even happened, but I've been in a swimmingly good mood for most of the day. I'm still in a great mood, but I've calmed down a bit.

Last night, I finished the first season of Terra Nova. It was a pleasant enough show. For a good long time, I always said to myself that I'd never get hooked into general show-watching, but then I borrowed Netflix and HBO Go. Foiled.

In lighter news, I've started playing the guitar again. I don't know if you've ever played the guitar, but, if you haven't played in a while, it hurts your fingertips. Still, there's something soothing about strumming strings melodically.

Speaking of music, recently, a friend sang a song a cappella. Personally, I find there to be something magically calming about one or more gentle voices.

Ode To Water (a poem I wrote October 2014)
I know there rings within her breast
A tune, a song, a chorus.
I know the molecules that swirl
Around in shape of torus.
I know the hum that causes heat
Like any other matter,
But never have I heard a hum
That makes my whole mind shatter. 

I know the notes writ on a page:
The treble clef, the bass.
I know the harmonies that wind
With melodies apace.
I know refraction of the light.
I know each frequency,
But never have I known a light
That sets my whole heart free. 

I know the planets and their pull.
I know the stars’ alignment.
I know the fire that burns within
The metal of refinement.
I know the volts. I know the charge
That courses through a storm,
But never have I know the shock
That sings my innards warm. 

I know the heaven’s boundary.
I know the atom’s weight.
I know the aether and its depth
And each the photons’ fate.
I know the sunshine and the rain.
I know the day and night,
But never have I known such eyes
That make my soul ignite.

Tetraearth is gonna be frikkin amazing. Werbel will be delightful, but Tetraearth is going to be legendary. So much bloody work though. I do see momentum increasing. Slow and steady wins the race as they say.

I am less and less daunted by writing and more and more insatiable for it. With Werbel at least, though, I still hesitate too much. Last Wednesday, I wrote 2100 words in about 2.5 hours. The difference that time was that, instead of feeling like I had to write everything right, I simply wrote. I'm not quite sure how to describe it, but it got the job done for sure.

I wish more people would write. We need to counterbalance the awful, so-called "writing" out there.