Day 32: EXT.

New Jersey woods, leaves scattered.

Cold.

Sun rises and sets above and below the horizon respectively.

A six foot hole the ground.

Shots from a 30 foot tree.

Hand warmers burn holes in my coat pockets.

Melted fruit snacks result.

New Jersey Transit train station. New York bound revelers with alcohol in brown paper bags.

Mindless chatter en route.

Inspiration.

Inspired.

Inspiring.

Up at 5 am, sleep at 2:30 am.

When will I train?

One more day.

One.

The Science of Sleep still resonates in my mind.

I want to write, write, write. But, I lack the time, time, time.

Scattered thoughts on a lazy afternoon.

And one more day to go.

Ryan the Sound Guy