Paul Johnson... for a short while

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January 12, 2005

Writing from a farm

I sit on the piano stool my bare feet tucked underneath and crossed. I have always enjoyed lounging in bare feet; it makes me feel laid back and casual. My jeans stretched and spotted from days of repeat wearing, climb up my legs and curl slightly under my unfit belly. I have just added a light knitted shirt over my white undershirt which like the jeans has been an easy companion the last couple of days. Two days of stubble reaches around my chin barely browning my visage complete with fingerprinted black rimmed glasses and rather greasy tousled hair. I slouch over the keyboard pounding hesitantly on the basic keyboard. I wish I had my natural, ergonomic one.

Outside the sky is cast in ash and the snow is soft and soupy. The old farm house is quite except for the clack of the keys over the whir of the computer case fan. Even the normal sounds of an ancient house are quieted by subdued surroundings. I could write here for years…

Posted by paul at January 12, 2005 11:31 AM

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Posted by: wendy sue at January 12, 2005 04:33 PM