Brilliant Ace

Balmy but very humid (94 %).
Wind from southeast, veering southwest, bringing light showers. Afterwards, the wind ceases altogether. Later, heavier showers. Multiple sources of light, perpetual movement.
As the name of a passing container ship suggests, a brilliant ace morning.

One becomes conscious of a faint sizzling, growing into a hiss: rain has reached the mud bank, approaching fast.

When the mind stops forming words, when the pen hovers over the first virgin sheet of paper, one realizes the total impossibility of the exercise: surrounded by this multitude of movements, densities, textures, sensory impulses, what on earth am I expecting from the drop of ink at the tip of my pen? Suppress fear.
At that very moment, immediate action is called for. No rules, no habits, no nothing. Fail better.

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