Whisky On a Wednesday

You cannot begin to write a book on a Wednesday especially this week that has its own tales to tell, there being no room for more. Between those snowy pages, let silence wait for its voice, for now keep a date with a timeless mind. A story may rise up before you; become awake before your eyes open. Let it decant, download, ferment, while you mull your spirit a little. For a while be a stone Buddha, with a soft listening heart. Pour some ice into warm liquor, watch Wednesday arrive and pass as mute as evening snow.