Perfecting the art of procrastination aka - doing nothing when I should be doing something

Where I'd rather be........................................

.................................................but am not. 

It's cold and wet here today. 

The wind howls around the house like a demented soul, lifting road rubbish and leaves and hurling them about irritably . 

Hunched coated villagers push their way through the gusts, their hats flipping and flapping in the bad tempered breeze. 

Cold fingers open and close doors into cars and into houses. 

Here inside my home, the fire crackles away. 

Soothing the frenzied sounds of the wind and warming the air around me. 

Inside I am calmed by the solid surroundings of home while the bland sounds from the newsreader on the radio slowly fill up the room, seeping information into my head, I am not listening and not hearing but am aware of the words rolling around. 

I am in that self-induced state of limbo - I have things to do but I choose to nurse a mug of tea and and stare wordlessly at the wet windows. Not through them, but at them. My gaze and my thoughts are inward.

Despite my superficial static state, inward I am restless.

I need to be under that big sky.