Breaking the Slump.

From my journal...
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Night comes early in these "winter" months, and we are without electricity again tonight. It strains my eyes to write by the low light of the paraffin lamp, but I want to write tonight. No, more than that, I need to write. I need words to flow through my mind and pen. I need to see the ink making sense on the page. This writing slump has gone on too long--I haven't written, not really, in weeks. I have been increasingly restless of late, a feeling which is surely both a cause and a result of my not writing. It's been in my mind to write; multiple topics have meandered their way through those winding corridors, especially when I'm walking or traveling. But mostly, the words have been caught somewhere in the haze of a developing cold and my sense of restlessness. I need to break through it for the sake of the ache in my soul.
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This evening, playing with the kids and then watching the stars rise, I felt the haze raise a bit, and so, I am trying now to write. I hope this one comes out decent, not obviously forced, because it has been beautiful in my mind these last few days. Perhaps better written on a breezy afternoon, it has instead been relegated to this dark night.