But lacking the will to write about it...

So here I sit pondering upon all that has meaning in this existence, and not motivated to actually places these thoughts into a form that is meaningful to anyone other than myself - a mind full of disjointed, fragmented, random ideas...

And so I shall sit, and enjoy my surroundings, and chat to the random people that wander by. And I shall smile at canines that pass and stop to sniff trying to determine if they have smelled my particular aroma before. And I shall listen to the birds that sing in the treetops above, and I shall listen to the random creak or groan of the trees that sway in the summer's breeze. And I shall watch through the leaves as the waters of the lake ripple upon the shore below. And the sounds of nature shall be disturbed at random intervals as distant trains travel through the area. And I shall be at peace for a brief moment of my existence...

And then I shall rise and continue my journey...