It is early here on the West coast. The early morning 1st rays of sunlight has the heavens back lit, the Moon is setting for her slumber as the sun will rule for the rest of the day. You can feel the heat building up quickly. Yes, this summer will not be merciful. Beat down on our brow relentlessly.
I have already done my 8 hours shift and I have hit the gate. Ready for the well welcomed rest. I sit in my office/smoke room. Clamped between my teeth is a perfecto Arturo Fuentes Hemingway cigar. The arid smoking plumes circles above my head. On my desk is an old fashioned glass with 2 fingers worth of Jameson Irish Black Barrel whiskey, neat. The powerful amber liquid that bursts with concentrated spice and nutty notes. The vanilla sweetness with hints of sherry fruit flavors from sitting in the sherry casks. A smooth and mellow taste that is very much intense with a rich finish. This is perfectly paired and married with my cigar.
In the back group is a mix of the soft jazz melodies from Chris Botti and David Sanborn but then the soothing voices of those sultry ladies of Sade, Michelle Branch, Alicia Keys, the husky gypsy beauty of Stevie Nicks and the rick flavor that is Faith Hill and paired with the hypnotic guitar magic of Carlos Santana.
Yes, I am in my own space that I would call heaven. It is my slice in the fortress of solitude.
After a shift writing reports and foot patrolling the building that I manage after hours. To ensure the safety of the 100 apartment units filled with senor citizens and a few handicapped elders. Everyone is independent living. Not a nursing home.
Now I let loose those many rattling thoughts in my brain. The whiskey mellows me down and the cigar is my reward for a job well done. I unplug and let the melodies seep into my soul and awaken the many emotions that lay in deep slumber when I am in public. Yes, I live up to my zodiac sign. I live a dual life like a true Gemini. I am the eye of the storm when there are emergencies and medical challenges. I am the protector of the property and the people within.
It is now that the words take form and rush out of me like a river. Gushing with emotions. I hammer the keyboard with my various poems and teach with my prose. With the liquid of courage and the right setting, my thoughts are raw and pure.
Here is where I want to be before I become engrossed with some else words in their novels that I read so often. My television is hardly used and only play the music to have sound in the background. In my solitary living, I revel in the quietness of my place. Surrounded by 8 acres of beautiful landscape and tall trees. Country living is good. I have no one to nag me nor anyone to bother whether I am doing something or not.
So begins my journey of my mind.