Back at work, Sat at my desk. I want something that I don’t have. I’m not sure what it is. Something is firing inside of me, triggering an appetite.
Is it my mind or my body? My tongue feels like it’s involved. Not so much my eyes or ears. My sense of smell feels like it’s part of this. Certain parts of my body feel engaged in this thing.
A soft breeze on my neck every now and again evokes the wide open spaces of the Lake District I’ve just returned from. The chatter in the office is not unlike that of tourist talk. And yet – not.
My clothes, although fresh on this morning, are the same as I’ve been wearing whilst away. I feel the material of this clean shirt against my torso and these jeans are gripping me very comfortably.
What’s the difference between the last few days and now? Maybe it’s movement. I’m now sat at a desk. Before today I was constantly moving – stretching my legs out – striding across the land – blue sky above and greenery all around. Is this what I want? Movement?
Perhaps that’s a part of it. But there’s more. Sitting here right now, I just can’t put my finger on it. I’m sure that’s it’ll come to me though – given time. It’s all good.