“Sometimes I miss you

the way someone drowning

remembers the air.”

— Tim Seibles

Today I find myself wishing I could write, wishing I could paint. I am however, learning to drum - something I once thought I would never be able to do. I'm told I'm a natural - yet I struggle with my coordination as my brain remaps natural pathways on the fly.Perhaps a stray neuron with jump a gap and ignite another part of my brain ? I look forward to what comes next - perhaps an aneurism ??? :-)

Is that bread I smell baking ????