Writing patiently for the words to come

I am a stay-at-home dad. Well, kind of. I stay home for part of the day - the morning, specifically - while my lovely wife goes to her job, and then we swap out somewhere around lunch time so I can go to my job (yes, internet, I do in fact have one of those). My son and I have gotten into a bit of a morning routine, which mostly consists of him taking a large nap and me drinking coffee, attempting to achieve some manner of coherent thought.

I've been somewhat surprised - and cautiously optimistic - that in that space somewhere between asleep and awake, new bits and pieces of music have begun to show up. Fragments, thoughts, words, tiny melodies, all showing up when I have least expected them. Most of it makes no sense (and I'm not going to lie, it's kind of dark), but it's nice to feel creative, something I have not felt in a while. It's bizarre that though music has always been a part of my chemical makeup, I tend to fear that it will leave me. That every song could be the last one. This year has been kind of exhausting, but when music begins to show up, it's like the ice is beginning to thaw.

I hesitate to mention it for fear that the words will become shy and go back into hiding, but I did want to share a little excitement (however tempered it may be) that hopefully in the not-so-distant future there will be new music to share with you. I hope so.

Until then, I'll keep putting the pen to paper, writing patiently for the words to come.

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