Nothing

So after spending close to half an hour surfing the internet and trying to come up with something to write about, I decided to write about, dun dun dun, not knowing what to write about.  It's a frustrating feeling.  I remember in high school I would often have the same feeling with assignments that were open ended.  I was always ready to try and satisfy the requirements of a given assignment, but when those requirements where so loose, I got lost.  I'm not saying I wouldn't try and make assignments my own or that I wouldn't be inspired by my teachers; I would, but all while working within the guidelines.

One of those lazy days.

I have this vague childhood memory of falling asleep in a pool.  I remember floating on this hot summer day, sunlight pouring from the sky and cool water pushing me up.  In my mind, it seems like one of those lazy days where the long arduous journey up to the kitchen is unthinkable until your thoughts, like scattered sheep, are gathered together by your snarling stomach, snapping at them from the end of its intestinal chain.  I remember cracking my eyelids and letting my eyes fill with sunlight until they opened completely on their own.  Then I realized I was floating.  In the deep end.  My arms chopped the water, my legs tornadoed around aimlessly beneath the surface, and my heart ground straight from first gear to fifth.  I made it to the side of the pool, got out, and didn't tell a soul.  Now, I'm not even sure if it happened, but that feeling of being asleep and adrift stuck with me, sluggish at the idea of possibilities whether they are for what to do on a summer day or what to write about.  Maybe this anecdote doesn't have more than a spider's thread connection to working with open guidelines, but I like it anyway, so it stays.  Besides it has got more to do with that topic than this: Awkward Family Photos.  That's all folks.