Setting A Trap

 Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this imagination of mine?

Must be a mix of something good, something bad, and a bit of something else.

Some days it stays at bay, other days it run rampant, never wanting to be caught.

Caught by the pen,

Caught by the page,

Caught forever by the reader.

Capturing The Bubbles

There isn’t much I enjoy more than a nice cold beer on a hot day. There is just something so refreshing and relaxing about it. The moment practically begs you to ponder the universe and your place in it. When the mood is right it can lead you to believe that everything is indeed right.

A funny thing happened to me the other day while I was enjoying this Ambiguous Ale and yes that is the name of the ale. I was transfixed by the way the bubbles were floating to the top and disappearing. Some of them lingered before making their ascent while others shot to the top with the maximum speed allowed. Then of course there were others that found their speed in some happy medium.

There is a metaphor buried deep within that beer. It may not be the prettiest but I think it can apply to so many things. Whether it is writing, working, or even traveling everything has its own speed and ultimately once you reach the top, the end, it will pop.

Don’t worry though another bubble is forming on the bottom of the pint glass.