Back in the Saddle

It feels like I've been ignoring a close friend. Dwelling in this special, yet unusual space, letting words spill from a full heart into an formless text field. Was I crazy to allow such a treasure to be crowded out?!
I watch the clock even as I strive to write freely. My first appointment of the day crowding my psyche already.
So be it. Better to set down a few words of pent up desire, than to postpone yet again, waiting for a more luxurious moment to emerge. Not every path in the forest leads to a spacious clearing.