Thinking, wondering,
Curiosity, searching.
And nothing happened.
Anticipation,
Expectation and waiting.
Yet nothing happened.
Scurry and scamper,
Movements filled with urgency.
Still, nothing happens.
Calm resignation,
Acceptance, embracing of
Nothing happening.
You said it. Nothing happening here. Or anything worth chatting about. Life is dull right now.
But dull in a good way? Sometimes uneventful days are good too 🙂
*Too much* has happened, yet nothing has happened. Well done Sharon.
Thank-you. I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a story in which nothing happens, but I settled on a poem instead. Might still write a story one day…