Shaken, Not Stirred Musings

The sunset left a pink hue as the sky turns dark. Elves exit their caves to roam the night. Villagers retreat into their hovels. Soon stars shine brightly with the moonlight. Animals of the night come alive. Long periods of silence creep into the air between animalistic noises. Some villagers peek outside their window looking for any activity.

Your doors open. Your doors close. It's hard to tell what door is opening and closing. Is it the doors to your life? What about the doors to your heart? How about the doors to your mind? Which doors are you focused on? What doors would you want to open? What doors would you want to close? Are you willing to walk through doors to the unknown?

Could life be like a song? Wouldn't it be cool if it were? Music would dictate our personal rhythm and/or style. Lyrics are what we really want to say. A verse might represent a period of life. Repetitive chorus' are memories. The bridge of a song could be a period of change. Would you get lost in the music? Could you be torn between songs?

The cars hiss as they pass by. Standing on the corner in a raincoat stands a man of wealth. The rain free falls from the gray sky. Another man steps up to the corner. He looks at the wealthy man and scoffs. His thoughts are fleeting as he feels he forgot something. A woman comes to the corner. She's young and beautiful. She sees the wealthy man and shows an interest in him. The light turns and they all go on their separate ways.

Times change. People become strange. Do you follow the rabbit trails of your life? Which rabbit trail has been the most successful? Which one has been the weirdest? Is the rabbit you follow really white? What color would you prefer? A color pallet lies before your eyes. Are the choices too much?

Walls fall down, eventually. The castle remains strong. The king is without a wife. The queen left him for a knight. The prince chases a peasant woman. The princess longs for her lover, the young stable man. It's a happy day in the kingdom. The king is set to marry again. The wedding will be joyous.

What if the mind has an elevator system? Different floors, different doors to explore. Where would you go? What would you look for? Would you go down to the recesses or stay in the middle? How deep would you explore? Would the exploration be too much for you? So many choices, so many questions when it comes to the mind. The answers lie within.

Have you ever noticed how music is an underlying thread of life? Music is everywhere, all around you. Sometimes you can't hide from it. The beat moves you. The lyrics relate to situations in your life. The groove enhances your personal atmosphere. A room atmosphere can be dictated by music. Let the music flow throughout your life.

The train will leave at twelve. Engineer Casey plans the upcoming route. Conductor Carlin points people in the right direction. Passengers board. The dining staff prepare the dining car. The detective finds his seat. The princess is led to her quarters available on the train. The thief sets his sights on diamond necklaces. The writer is mesmerized by the size of the train. Wake up, it's time to board.

I'm always thinking about you. You create. You smile. You laugh. Your fun. Your ambitious. Your sensual. You have taste. You smell wonderful. Your scent lingers. You're righteous. You are respected. You are loved. Then you left.