Tony Chapman-Art Music Writing

The Fount of all Wisdom.

Sitting outside the Jumbo Supermarket, yellow lettering, slightest, misty drizzle in the air,. A lady’s heels click past me, against the pavement. On the road: electric cars hiss by. 

What intelligent observation about life can I make? right now. What helpful lesson can I give? what clever slant on things can I write that will make this post, worthy of being a post?

I stop writing, just let my breath go in and out, slowly, while I wait for a jewel of wisdom to float up, from my subconscious, from my fount of all wisdom: up and out: a Crown for this post. 

But nothing comes.