On the horse

In which I do something useful

It’s been a while since we got to do this, you and me. 

We’re clanking into gear, picking up speed, finding those tracks we’d neglected and re-railing. 

There’s a beautiful flow when we get going. Clacking puzzle tiles that constantly shuffle and reshuffle as more information gets added, or new ideas nudge their way out of the bag and click onto the board.

There’s a game of hot potato afoot, email ping pong, a chance to make a tiny piece of the world as I wish it were. And this absolute focus and the desire to shrivel apathy into a puff of long-forgotten ash. 

I’ve missed this.