I Am Off

Up, awake, staring out. Music in the background. The day has gone by quickly but hard. Scars on my arms from the mangroves that poked me. My legs ache from not moving for hours while sitting in a kayak. It is late. My head is not too happy that I am writing at this hour. The room is now silent. The music turned off. The clock is broken so there is no more tick tock. The board in front of me is still filled with things to do. My train of thought is beginning to run in another direction. My eyes close slowly. My pencil’s trail lightens, and I am off…