How I Found My Muse

Written by: James Fredholm

Let me try to explain, the amazing way I found my muse.  One day, away in Istanbul, later than usual, I made my way down to the hotel gym for some exercise.

Running in place, in an empty space, I drained my waste like I always do. And then, I heard the grunt, and the weights go clunk, I just waited and watched her work it through.

Not a word, nor a glance, but it felt like nothing I ever knew, it went straight through me, it raised me out of my emptiness.  It filled me with energy, I forgot who I am and what I should do.

And then, the mirror connected us, her eye to mine, her brown to my  blue, her sun to my moon, and I knew, from that moment on, I had found my muse.